?<strong>Chapter 420:</strong>


    The crowd exchanged skeptical nces, clearly not buying into Carrie’s words. To them, she was nothing more than a young woman in her early twenties who had married fresh out of college and settled into a life as a housewife. What could she possibly know about running a business?


    But with Kristopher sitting by her side, they couldn’t risk voicing their doubts and had no choice but to feign patience, nodding along as if they were listening. They shifted their gaze to Mr. Ramos, who was watching Carrie with a smile, showing no hint of dissatisfaction.


    Tristan and Cindy shared confused nces, both wondering what Mr. Ramos’s angle was. Carrie, too, noticed Mr.


    Ramos’sposed attitude gave Carrie a surge of confidence. She was almost certain he was backing her—now, the only question was what part he was going to y in all of this.


    Crossing her legs and sitting up with newfound determination, Carrie pressed on. “Thepany’s past sess is a testament to the collective talent we have here. We’ll need that same teamwork to secure a brighter future. If you can coborate like you did under my mother’s leadership, I’m prepared to offer shares in thepany to those who make real contributions. Now that we’ve removed the dead weight, this is the perfect moment to rebuild. There will be hurdles, but the choice is yours to make.”


    Her voice was soft, but there was an undeniable strength behind it—something that made her words resonate and convinced the crowd to listen intently.


    Tristan, unable to hold his frustration any longer, snapped, “Mr. Ramos is thergest shareholder now. What gives you the authority to decide the future of thispany?”


    Carrie shot Tristan a sharp, icy re, her patience wearing thin. “If I remember correctly, you sold your shares. You have no stake in thispany anymore, so what authority do you have to speak on the matter? Frankly, you shouldn’t even be here, let alone involved in this discussion.”


    Tristan’s face flushed with fury, and he almost raised his hand to p Carrie. But when he locked eyes with Kristopher’s murderous stare, he faltered and quickly backed off.


    Tristan turned to Mr. Ramos, saying, “Mr. Ramos, technically, you’re the one holding the shares now. This is no longer my concern. But I can’t help but worry about you. Thepany is in such a fragile state—you’ll need to tread carefully.”


    Carrie scoffed, her expression sharp. “It’s no secret that holding shares in thispany is just taking on a pile of debt.”


    “If you were not keen on shrugging off the liability, you would have kept the shares and handled the penalties on your own.”


    “You!” Tristan sputtered in fury, but with Kristopher present, he hesitated to make a move.


    Mr. Ramos, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward, producing several documents. “I’m not well-versed in yourpany’s operations. The shares I’ve purchased will be fully transferred to Ms. Campbell. These are the agreements. I’m here just to have her sign them.”


    Carrie looked at Kristopher, who gave her a small smile, and in that instant, everything fell into ce.


    “You! How could you do this?” Tristan yelled, his finger shaking as he pointed at Mr. Ramos in fury.


    Mr. Ramos’s expression soured. “Why shouldn’t I? I paid for the shares, and how I choose to manage them is my concern. I hope you don’t have an obsession with controlling others’ finances.”


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