"I have a few things to announce for today's conference, " Boris stated while sitting in the president's seat, using Zayn's identity.
"I have transferred all of my shares in the Giblo Group to Mr. Gold for further development of the company."
Everyone in the room was bewildered by his words. Instantly, nerves struck the directors who had sold off their shares.
"How can that be?"
"Your reason to buy our shares was to join the board of directors, and you said it would be easier for you to gain support from the rest of the board if you have additional shares. How could you—"
"I have told you all from early on not to sell your shares to him, " Jamal said exasperatedly. "Now that he has eight percent of your shares and that b_stard's twenty, he has become the largest shareholder of the Giblo Group."
"We didn't know."
Regret filled the directors as they finally realized Newton's intention. They hung their heads, blaming themselves for being naive.
Some cast a fierce glare at Newton and wanted to give him a piece of their mind.
However, Newton wasn't swayed by them. He merely watched them with a grin on his face.
"Silence." Boris slammed the table and continued disinterestedly, "These are copies of the equity transfer agreement for your reference."
Jean handed out the copies to the directors at his instruction.
"Why are you showing this to us?" Jamal asked coldly. "Have you signed the transfer agreement?"
His question was right on point. Instantly, everyone's gazes shifted from the paper in their hands to Boris, awaiting his answer.
If Boris had signed the agreement, it meant that the agreement had taken effect, and the shares had been legally transferred to Newton.
If he hadn't, then the last step was still missing. Under normal circumstances, there would be a verification process before the signing.
However, Newton had employed some underhanded methods to get his hands on the shares as soon as possible. He had wanted to sign the agreement in front of the board of directors but hadn't expected the internet outage. Even their phones had no signal, so they had no choice but to postpone the signing.
Boris didn't answer Jamal's question but turned to Newton, waiting for him to explain.
"We'll proceed with the signing of the transfer agreement once the internet recovers."
Newton gave Jamal a knowing grin as he was sure the latter was the one who disrupted the internet, intending to stop him from signing the transfer agreement.
Agitation filled Jamal at the news. Initially, he had thought it was another one of Newton's tricks to disrupt the internet and phone signals so that he couldn't contact Carla. However, he realized at that moment that his assumption was way off.
Contacting Carla is a small matter compared to signing the transfer agreement.
Even though Newton has the skill, he doesn't have the resourcefulness. Why didn't I think of this?
However, there is one man with the skill, resourcefulness, and foresight to have done it.
Could it be him? Is he back?
Jamal tried to keep his excitement in check, but his hand on the cup still trembled slightly despite his efforts. Hope Dunraed within him. If he's back, there's hope.
"We won't accept it since you haven't signed it, " Kallum rebuked.
"That's right. We won't accept it, " the rest chorused.
Newton gave Boris a glance.
Boris immediately barked, "I've already signed the equity transfer agreement. Signing the transfer agreement is just a matter of time. Who dares to deny the legality of it?"
"Mr. Giblo, what's wrong with you? How could you give the century-old Giblo family business to others on a platter?" an elderly director questioned. "Old Mr. Giblo will be turning in his grave if he knows about your actions."
"That's right." The rest couldn't comprehend as well. "You weren't like this before. Both the Giblo Group and Divine Corporation were expanding rapidly under your management. Why do you want to relinquish them out of the blue?"
"Did someone get ahold of your weakness?"
Everyone was throwing out their assumptions. In a mere second, the entire room was abuzz with fervent whispers.
Feeling irritated, Boris yelled, "Shut up!"
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