NovelUSAChapter 98 The impact on Wainwright Holdings' stock was disastrous-it hit rock bottom.
And let's be honest, everyone knows Victor, the golden boy-he's a black belt in taekwondo, top rank. There's no way Magnus was ever going to cout ahead in that confrontation.
Sammy quickly stepped in, blocking Magnus's way and plastering on a nervous smile. "Victor, he's had too much to drink. Please, don't take it personally. I'll get him out of here, right now. Con, Magnus, let's go." Magnus tried to shake him off, slurring, "Let go of me, let go." "Lean's waiting with the car outside. You're drunk, lettake you home," Sammy insisted, tightening his grip.
It took all Sammy's strength to drag a reluctant Magnus out the door.
Victor stood there, eyes lowered, yanking off his tie. There was an authority about him, a pressure that filled the room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a long moment, a bitter, pale smile crept onto his face.
No matter how much more successful he was than Magnus in business, he had to admit it—he was jealous. Jealous that Isadora loved Magnus, jealous that she chose to be with him. The jealousy was eating him alive.
That morning, on her way to the office, Isadora's phone wouldn't stop ringing— Richard had called her over and over, clearly desperate about something, though he never explained what it was.
So as soon as she arrived, she went straight to his office.
She paused outside the door to the CEO's suite, knocked twice, then pushed it open.
Richard was inside, smoking. Behind him, Leif, the head of project management, seemed to be giving a report. The air was thick with smoke, sharp and acrid.
Richard turned, nodded at Leif.
Leif placed a stack of files on the desk and quietly left.
Isadora walked up to the desk. "Dad, what's going on?" Richard exhaled a cloud of smoke and gave a gruff snort. "What's going on? The Fitzgerald Group only transferred forty million of their investment. Did you know about this?" Isadora remembered Jhad handed her a transfer confirmation for signature a few days ago, so she nodded. "Yeah, I signed off on that. Is there a problem?" Richard's brow furrowed. "Is there a problem? Of course there's a problem. The remaining forty million was supposed to cin these past couple of days, but accounting hasn't seen a dime." He'd even tried calling The Fitzgerald Group himself, hoping to invite Victor out for dinner as a gesture of thanks- but their people had been distant, simply saying Victor was unavailable.
Richard was on edge. Forty million was a lot of money, and a delay at a tlike this had him worried. That's why he wanted Isadora to handle it.
"Did you do something to annoy Victor? Is that why he's holding back the rest of the investment?" Isadora pressed her lips together, thinking back.
She'd only gotten her phone fixed today and had been staying at Nanette's place for the past few nights.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEver since that one-night stand.
She hadn't seen Victor since.
But Victor didn't strike her as the petty type-surely he wouldn't pull the investment just because she called it a one-night stand.
From what she remembered, Victor always carried himself with a certain confidence a sense of old money, charm, and a kind of effortless generosity. In Capitolion, hardly anyone was wealthier than the Fitzgeralds; this sum was nothing to them.
But looking at Richard's anxious face, she said, "Dad, our Global Project was budgeted for forty million. Even if The Fitzgerald Group cancels the rest, we can still move forward."
"You're wrong," Richard cut in. "The original plan was forty million, but when Fitzgerald agreed to invest eighty, expanded the project with additional features. Now, forty million isn't enough to cover the revised plan." Isadora finally understood he wanted her to chase The Fitzgerald Group for the money.
She settled into the couch, arms folded, her tone suddenly relaxed. "So, what exactly do you wantto do?" Richard's frown deepened. "You brought in this investment. You go find out when they're going to transfer the remaining forty million." A sly smile tugged at Isadora's lips. "Dad, don't tellyou've forgotten you still haven't givenmy shares."
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