NovelUSAChapter 587 Citrine pulled every document from the folder, scanning each one carefully.
Inside, she found the C. Corp equity transfer agreement-eighty percent of the company. If her guess was right, Hilda had just handed over every last share she owned.
Everyone in Crestwood's elite circles knew Hilda's reputation: a powerhouse, the only female CEO in town wielding real authority. She was relentless at work, the kind who put the company's interests above all else.
For someone that ambitious and capable, wasn't C. Corp the most important thing in her life? It was her life's work-her pride, her blood, sweat, and tears.
So why would she just give it all away? Citrine couldn't make sense of it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer gaze lingered on the bold letters of C. Corp at the top of the transfer agreement, her mind wandering.
"For me...?" Could it really mean what she thought? She was about to slip the agreement back into the folder when she noticed another stack of papers tucked inside.
Curious, Citrine pulled out the rest. There were deeds and gift letters for beachfront villas, plots of land on luxury resort islands-every single one worth a small fortune.
She stuffed the documents back into the folder, but her heart wouldn't settle.
Hilda had just handed over her entire fortune, no strings attached. Wasn't she afraid Citrine might just walk away and never look back? Maybe it was because she'd been burned too many times in her previous life- taken too many falls that Citrine now found it impossible to trust anyone easily, let alone bare her back to someone else.
She was someone who never truly felt safe. Only enough money and enough power could give her any sense of security. Those things were her shield, her confidence-she could never imagine handing them all over to someone else.
She knew, deep down, she could never do what Hilda had just done.
Lately, the research center had been digging into hospitals and organizations that deliberately delayed flu patients' treatment, using the opportunity to cash in on expensive surgeries-just as Citrine had instructed.
The investigation uncovered that most of these clinics and hospitals were tied to the Glenwood family. Not only that, but the Glenwoods had set up a slew of pharmaceutical factories on the side, churning out counterfeit versions of the very real medications developed by their research center. When the center's staff tested the Glenwoods' fake drugs, they found nothing but plain antibiotics-completely useless.
The Glenwood's had opened more than a dozen of these shady factories, and even ran several online shops. Within days, the profits were staggering. In fact, their fake meds sat at the top of the sates charts on a major ecommerce site.
The day after her birthday, Citrine returned to the research center, where investigators brought her up to speed.
Upon hearing the details, Citrine's eyes darkened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe Glenwoods were filthy profiting off people's pain without a shred of conscience.
Disgust flickered in her expression.
After a long silence, she turned to Nathanael with a cool smile. "Publish everything every black market ·F faetory, every online shop, every organization tied to these fake drug makers. Put it all out in the open."
Then she added, "And transfer a billion from our accounts. We'll need it for a full-scale media campaign." She let out a cold laugh, voice steely. "It's tto bring the Glenwood family down a notch." Nathanael hesitated for a moment. "Chairwoman, are you planning to go to war with the Glenwoods now?" Citrine nodded. "They've gotten away with too much for too long. The timing's right. Let's do it." "Yes, Director." Nathanael had long been sick of the Glenwoods' antics. He nodded firmly.
True to his reputation, Nathanael acted fast. By the end of the day, the Glenwoods scandals were plastered all over social media.
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