"Huh?" Malcolm and Chen exchanged stunned glances, their disbelief palpable. "I didn’t hear you well, COO," Malcolm said, his voice quivering.Anna leaned forward, her voice clear and firm. “I need 30 percent of the shares in your company.”Malcolm shot up from his chair, his face flushed with frustration. "What kind of thing is this, COO? Yesterday, you said it was 30 percent of the income, and now you're demanding 30 percent of the shares?!”Anna remained calm, her eyes unwavering as she replied, “Yesterday is gone, Mr. Wei. Today is another day. The Chairman doesn’t want a percentage anymore—he wants shares.”Malcolm clenched his fists, about to lash out, when Chen quickly stood up and gently grabbed his arm. “Master, calm down. Don’t forget, this could have serious consequences,” Chen whispered urgently.Malcolm glared at him. “So what, Chen? I should just give away 30 percent of our shares?”Chen shook his head, his voice low and measured. “No, master. Let me handle this.” He tur
“Yes, she said the Chairman has requested it,” Malcolm explained hurriedly. "I tried negotiating for 50 percent of the income instead, but she won’t budge. Chen suggested I call you for your decision."Elder Wei was silent for a moment, and Malcolm could feel his pulse quicken.Elder Wei’s furious voice came through the speaker with a thunderous curse. "That damn Gemstar! Thirty percent shares? Absurd! Malcolm, give the phone to her, I need to speak to Anna myself!"Chen immediately intervened, his voice firm yet cautious. “Master, that’s not going to work. She’s not going to change her mind, and she won’t let us talk to the Chairman. We only have two minutes left before they reserve the right to change their terms again.”Elder Wei’s breathing was heavy, filled with rage, and for a moment, it sounded as if he would explode. “Two minutes? Give the phone back to Malcolm,” he ordered, voice seething.Malcolm, anxious, lifted the phone. "Dad?""Give them the 30 percent shares," Elder Wei
Ambrose’s eyes widened in excitement. "Really? Haha, thank you so much, Ava! Okay, so are you at work now or…?"Ava nodded on the other end of the line. "Yes, I’m at work, but I’ll finish up soon. I’ll have Dera handle the remaining tasks before she heads home."Ambrose nodded, still smiling. "Alright, sounds good. Do you want me to come pick you up when it’s time?""No need, I’m driving myself. Just send me the location, and I’ll meet you there," Ava replied casually."Ok, my wi—" Ambrose paused, catching himself. "I mean, alright, I’ll text you the location and time. We’ll meet there.""I’ll be expecting it," Ava said.Ambrose nodded with a smile, even though she couldn’t see it. "Great. Talk soon."After hanging up, he immediately began scrolling through his phone, looking for the best restaurant he could take Ava to. Something perfect, something special.After scrolling through countless restaurant options, Ambrose grew frustrated. None of them seemed perfect enough for the evenin
In just a few minutes, Ambrose walked downstairs, now dressed properly. As he approached, he saw Grandma Margaret adjusting Jacob's collar, while Elizabeth straightened his shirt. The sight of them working together on Jacob’s appearance caught Ambrose off guard. He couldn’t help but wonder where his father-in-law was going that required such careful attention.Clearing his throat, Ambrose announced his presence. "I'm here."Everyone turned to look at him—Grandma, Evelyn, and Jacob.Grandma Margaret narrowed her eyes. "You’re here for what? Who called you?"Ambrose shifted slightly. "Well, I heard Father-in-law is going out, so I decided to drop him off quickly."Jacob’s expression immediately darkened. "Decided to drop who off? Who gave you a job?" He glared at Elizabeth. "You told him, didn’t you?"Elizabeth nodded calmly. "I only told him to drop you off on his bike. You’re running late, and waiting for an Uber or anything else will just waste more time."Jacob scoffed. "Sit on his
As Ambrose drove outside, they neared his sleek, parked car. William’s eyes immediately fell on the luxurious vehicle, and he called out, “Stop! Stop!”Ambrose pulled the bike to a halt, glancing back in confusion. “What’s wrong?”William hopped off the bike and approached the car with wide eyes, his hand reaching out to touch its smooth surface. "Wow," he muttered in awe. “This is purely beautiful.”He turned to Ambrose and asked, “Who does this belong to?”Ambrose shrugged, keeping his tone casual. “How am I supposed to know?”William, seemingly lost in admiration, kept running his hand over the car’s body, marveling at its beauty. His fascination with the car was starting to annoy Ambrose, who finally spoke up. “Careful. It’s an expensive car from the looks of it. If you scratch it, the owner will definitely make you pay for it.”Ambrose’s irritation was evident; he didn’t like how William was practically fawning over the car. William, unbothered by the warning, stood back and nod
William gulped again, shifting slightly in his seat. He nervously glanced around the room, but his eyes kept darting back to the doctor's chest. "Well... uh," he stammered, "I realized that... um... I've been getting weaker in bed lately. I mean, I can't last long. I release... too quickly." He hesitated, swallowing hard. "My wife was really angry at me last night because of it, so I thought I should come and check what’s wrong."His eyes, despite the discomfort in the room, wandered back to the woman’s chest once again, unable to help himself as he spoke. The doctor noticed his lingering gaze again and her face tightened with restrained irritation. She clicked her pen against the desk, trying to maintain her professionalism. "I see," she said curtly, clearly unimpressed with his lack of focus. "We'll need to run some tests. But first, can you stop staring and focus on explaining your symptoms properly?”As William leaned forward in his chair, he tried to muster up a charming smile,
As Ambrose nodded, he tried to smooth things over. "I understand, Doctor. I apologize on his behalf. Forgive him, he... he has no eyes to differentiate what is nice from what isn't."The doctor’s frown deepened, her sharp gaze locking onto Ambrose. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, her tone growing colder.Ambrose stood up and offered a nervous smile. "Nothing, nothing. I said nothing. All I meant was—can you forgive him?"But the doctor wasn’t letting it go. She stood up too, her expression unreadable as she slowly walked closer. "No, you said something. I want to hear it." Her voice was low, almost challenging.Ambrose sighed, realizing she wasn’t going to drop it. "Alright, alright. I said forgive him, he's not able to differentiate what's nice and what's not."Her eyes narrowed as she continued approaching him, her heels clicking softly against the floor until Ambrose’s back was against the wall. "And what is that supposed to mean? I'm not beautiful?" she asked, her voice dro
The doctor calmly adjusted her glasses and said, "Yes, Mr. Ainsley, erectile dysfunction. Based on the results, it’s caused by a blockage in your blood flow, specifically to the arteries leading to your lower region. It's something that will require surgery to correct." William's body tensed up, vibrating in nervousness. "Erectile dysfunction?" he echoed, his voice shaking. The doctor nodded again. "Yes, and it’s serious. If we don’t address it, your condition could worsen to the point where your manhood will no longer function at all." Gripping the edge of the table, William slammed his hand down in frustration. "Damn!" he growled. The very idea of not being able to enjoy himself as an "active" man made him feel desperate and angry. The doctor remained calm, watching him. "I understand this is a lot to process," she said. Breathing heavily, William asked, "What caused it? How did this happen to me?" The doctor leaned back, keeping her tone steady. "It’s primarily due to a