Chapter 146

Chapter 146:
He paused and stole a quick glance at Candice, then continued walking expressionlessly toward the stage.
The troupe’s public relations director was clearly embarrassed when he saw Greyson and quickly greeted him respectfully. “Good day, Mr. Harman.”
After all, Greyson was still the second largest shareholder of the ballet troupe, and offending him would not be wise.
This was the first time Milton and Greyson had seen each other since their last fight.
With a subtle smile, Milton broke the ice by saying, “I’m sorry. I’ve bought many shares.”
There was a brief pause before Milton spoke, his voice cold and calculating. “I don’t think you want to work with me. My advice is to sell your shares. With my acquisition, the stock price has already increased significantly. You won’t lose.”
Greyson responded with a hint of sarcasm, “Oh, really? Should I thank you for making me a fortune?” Milton didn’t deny it.
Madilyn appeared as if she had seen her savior when Greyson walked over.
Overwhelming relief overtook her, and tears welled up in her eyes. She rushed to him and tried to hold his arm.
But he stepped aside and cast her a stern look, his warning unspoken.
She knew she needed to keep her distance from him in public.
With teary eyes, Madilyn withdrew her hands and settled beside him.
She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and sobbed, “He fired me in public. I’ll never be able to dance again.”
Greyson’s expression darkened as he heard her words.
In front of the media, Milton had become the largest shareholder and had fired the very person Greyson had appointed as lead of the ballet troupe.
Greyson couldn’t believe how overbearing, arrogant, and domineering Milton was acting. He humiliated Madilyn in front of everyone. He wouldn’t let it slide.
Fury building inside him, Greyson clenched his fists and confronted Milton. “What’s the meaning of this? You’re free to buy shares, but why did you have to fire her in public?”
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Milton looked at the two people in front of him with a slightly amused expression and asked, “What? Are you seeking justice for her?”
Milton’s eyes held a touch of mockery as he continued, “If my memory serves me right, Mr. Harman, you are a married man. What’s your relationship with this lady next to you?”
Greyson’s face grew even darker with anger.
Reporters in the crowd started discussing and speculating. “Could there be something going on between Mr. Harman and Madilyn?”
“Did the Harman Group buy the ballet troupe just to boost her career?”
“They are relatives, but is there more to their relationship?”
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