Chapter 60

Upon hearing what James just said, his new secretary was startled. The tension in his voice, the urgency, the fear—none of it made sense to her. She blinked a few times, trying to grasp the situation, and then cautiously asked, “A… a full board meeting, sir p>

James immediately snapped, his patience gone. “Are you deaf?! Didn’t you hear what I just said? I said summon a full board meeting immediately p>

The sharpness in his tone made her sit up straight, her fingers already tapping across her tablet. “Y-Yes, sir! I’m on it right now. The meeting should be set in one hour p>

But James wasn’t having it.

“One hour is too much!” he barked again. “Make it thirty minutes. I’m on my way now. Thirty minutes, not a second more p>

Without giving her a chance to respond, he ended the call.

Emily, who had been quietly putting on her earrings, raised an eyebrow. She had never seen James this rattled before. He didn’t speak. Instead, he stormed toward the stairs.

“Let’s go,” he muttered.

Without wasting another second, he and Emily rushed upstairs to change. They were heading to ZSZ immediately.

James wasn’t going to sit still and wait anymore. He needed answers.

And he was going to get them today.

Not long after, they had already arrived at ZSZ. And inside the large boardroom, almost all the investors, shareholders, and top executives were already seated. The room buzzed with quiet confusion and curiosity. The news had spread fast—ZSZ now had a new majority shareholder. It was shocking to most of them because as far as everyone knew, James was still the face, the power, and the heart of the company.

Now, things had changed—and no one seemed to have a clue who this new major figure was.

Some were whispering among themselves, others kept glancing at the door, expecting someone important to walk in any minute.

The company’s legal team had confirmed the transition, but still, no one had seen any paperwork. They were all waiting.

But one thing was clear—the meeting could not proceed until the new majority shareholder arrived.

James was seated at the head of the long conference table, his jaw tight and his hands folded on the polished wood. His face was filled with frustration, and his body language was anything but calm.

He looked straight ahead, not saying a word, but the fire in his eyes made everyone around him uncomfortable. He was angry, insulted, and scared—but above all, he was humiliated.

He was no longer in control.

And until the new person showed up, he couldn’t even speak without sounding like a man who had just been dethroned.

Emily, seated beside him, leaned in and whispered, “They’re all waiting. And from the look of it, not one of them knows who it is either. That’s good p>

James didn’t reply. He just nodded slowly, he was staring at the door like a man watching his own executioner arrive.

The clock on the wall ticked, every second felt like a slap to his pride.

Jason was still seated in his usual seat, the one at the head of the table where he always sat.

After what felt like an hour, the room was thick with unease. The air conditioning hummed softly, but the tension in the boardroom made everything feel stifling. Everyone was still seated, eyes flicking occasionally to the grand doors, waiting. Still, nobody had shown up. No man. No woman. Nobody came forward to confirm or prove that he or she was the new majority shareholder of ZSZ.

Jason remained in his usual seat — the one at the head of the table where he always sat during meetings, his nameplate still there like he owned the place. He tapped his fingers furiously on the mahogany surface, each tick louder than the last. His jaw was locked tight, the veins in his neck showing clearly now. The silence in the room only made the impatience inside him swell even more.

Eventually, his restraint snapped. He slammed his palm down hard on the table, causing a few pens and folders to jump. Everyone startled slightly. Jason rose halfway out of his seat and barked, “Who the hell is this person p>

His voice echoed in the boardroom.

“Do they think they own time itself? Just keeping us all waiting like we have nothing important to do with our lives? This meeting was scheduled for answers — and they were supposed to be here. Now! Not later. Not when they feel like it. Now p>

The board members sat still, unsure whether to speak or just let the storm pass.

Jason continued, glaring at the doors like he could burn a hole through them. “If they think this is how you run a company, then God help us all p>

From his left, Emily gave a soft scoff, flipping her hair back off her shoulder, her eyes rolling just a little.

“I’m starting to feel really unsafe,” she muttered under her breath, but loud enough for those nearby to hear. “I mean… what if all this is a lie? Like seriously — who exactly broke this news about some ’new majority shareholder’ anyway p>

At that moment, all the people seated around the table began glancing at one another. Confusion and growing unease were painted clearly across their faces. No one could answer Emily’s question. Who did break the news?

No hand was raised. No voice spoke up. The uncertainty in the room deepened, and the silence became heavier.

James, seated beside Emily, clenched his fists under the table. His lips were pressed tightly together, his leg bouncing with frustration. He couldn’t take it anymore. He finally muttered, loud enough for those around him to hear, “I met with Blackwell last night… He didn’t say anything directly, but I saw the signs. I’ve been monitoring the shares closely, and I knew something was off. I knew it p>

He looked around the room, his face turning red. “It’s true. Someone really did get the 70% share. It’s not a rumor. It’s real. But does that give this person the right to keep all of us here waiting? We’re not nobodies. We’re not their personal toys to summon and delay at will p>

A few people nodded, murmuring in agreement. James’ voice had broken the tension—but it also fanned the flames. He was angry, and rightfully so, but it was also clear he was trying to regain some control in a room that no longer answered to him.

“Seventy percent,” someone whispered.

“That’s not just ownership. That’s absolute control p>

James was about to stand again, frustration boiling over, when the boardroom doors were suddenly pushed wide open.

A sharp silence fell, everyone’s head turned in unison toward the entrance.

And there she was, Cora.