?<strong>Chapter 418:</strong>


    Once she finished reading, Oliver added, “The Campbell family has already sold their shares.”


    Carrie looked up sharply. “How much did they sell for?”


    Oliver smiled slyly. “Ten percent less than your offer. But even at that discount, it wasn’t easy to find a buyer. Everyone knows that owning shares in the Campbell family’spany is more like inheriting a mountain of debt than making an investment.”


    Lowering his voice, Oliver added with a conspiratorial chuckle, “Of course, no one knows about the supplier issues yet. Mr. Norris specifically instructed me to wait until after the shares were sold before making any moves. If word got out, those shares would’ve been worth twice as much.”


    Carrie was about to ask who had bought the shares and whether they could be bought back when another car drove into the parking lot. The car pulled up beside Kristopher’s.


    She turned to see Tristan and Cindy stepping out of a sleek ck sedan. Their expressions betrayed no surprise at seeing her there.


    Cindy, ever the opportunist, immediately stered on a wide, insincere smile. “Well, isn’t this a coincidence, Carrie! I didn’t expect to see you here.”


    Tristan, standing behind her, sneered. “Ungrateful daughter. Did you really think you could outsmart me? I’d rather sell at a loss than let you be thepany’srgest shareholder.”


    Before Carrie could respond, another figure stepped out of the car—a man in a sharp suit. Tristan’s and Cindy’s demeanor changed instantly, their smugness reced by obsequiousness.


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    “Mr. Ramos,” Cindy said, her tone dripping with false sweetness. She turned to Carrie, her smile growing sharper. “Oh, Carrie, I forgot to mention. This is Mr. Ramos, the head of Highfield Company. He’s now thergest shareholder of the Campbell family’spany.”


    Carrie’s gaze shifted to Mr. Ramos. Highfield Company was a rising tech giant in Orkset.


    Mr. Ramos walked up to Kristopher and Carrie, bowing respectfully. “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris,” he greeted, his tone deferential. He was slightly overweight, with a broad smile, his fawning demeanor making him look like a subservient butler.


    Tristan’s and Cindy’s faces stiffened with embarrassment. Tristan leaned close to Cindy and whispered, “This Mr. Ramos… He’s a major shareholder at Highfield Company, yet he acts like a sycophant. How embarrassing.”


    Ignoring them entirely, Mr. Ramos started to speak, but Kristopher silenced him with a cold nce.


    Tristan stepped forward, nced at Carrie, and said, “Are you on your way to thepany? Great timing! I need to brief Mr. Ramos on thepany’s current situation and introduce him to a few colleagues. It’s crucial they know who truly controls thepany, who really holds power.”


    Carrie caught the subtle exchange of looks between Kristopher and Mr. Ramos. Seeing Mr. Ramos treat her with more respect than Oliver did, she sensed he was not so much a rival as a potential ally.


    Unaware of this undercurrent, Tristan and Cindy walked ahead, looking self-satisfied and content. Carrie turned to Kristopher and whispered, “Are you keeping something from me?”


    Kristopher’s lips twitched into a mysterious smile, his expression unreadable. Oliver leaned in with a mysterious look. “Mrs. Norris, just wait and see. There’s more toe.”


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