Chapter 621
621:
Rosie, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, remained defiantly in place, eager to see how they would counter the crisis.
She rapidly tapped out messages to Isabella and Denis, signaling them to get ready for their plan.
If victory was out of her reach, she would gladly pull everyone into the downfall with her.
Her tactics only served to deepen the Harper family’s animosity toward her.
Before Rosie could even blink away the sting from Ernst’s scathing rebuke, Lennon interjected sharply, “We didn’t steal those shares. They were transferred to us legally by Grandpa. Why on earth should we just hand them over to you?”
Standing at his side, Malcom Harper was a member of a side branch of the family, a mid-level sales manager clutching a modest 0.5% of shares. He shot a sharp, disdainful glare at Rosie. He had carved out a cushy role for himself in the sales department, his steady performance and polished reputation earning him quiet respect among his peers.
Life under the Harper Group’s banner had been nothing short of golden for him; between his hefty salary, generous bonuses, and plump dividends, he raked in about sixty million dollars annually—more than enough to pamper his stunning wife and support his bright, high-achieving children.
Now, Rosie was adamant about reclaiming what she insisted were her rightful shares. If he were forced to relinquish his shares, his annual earnings would plummet to barely a million dollars. The very thought was untenable for him.
His quality of life would take a nosedive.
“That’s exactly my point. Every share we hold was acquired through legitimate means. How could you prove that they belong to you?” Malcolm said, his voice laced with defiance.
Seated beside Malcolm was an elderly man with thinning, silver-streaked hair—the youngest of Luther’s brothers, now well into his seventies but still carrying himself with surprising vigor that defied his age. The moment he caught wind that Luther had passed and left behind a bundle of shares, he immediately felt entitled to a cut.
Even if it was merely a sliver of a percent, with the Harper family’s staggering wealth, it would still translate into tens of millions in yearly dividends—more than enough to cushion his entire family in luxury. With a disdainful scoff, he pinned Rosie with a piercing look and said, “Carsen has been gone for over two decades. The moment he passed, he forfeited any rights to inherit. He died before Luther; do you honestly believe he had any claim to Luther’s assets? What do you expect? That he would miraculously return from the grave to stake his claim?”
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The room exploded into a cacophony of derisive laughter.
This only made Rosie angrier.
She leaped to her feet, her voice quivering with rage as she jabbed a finger at the people who had just spoken. “You heartless thieves! Where’s your conscience? Is there no justice left in this world anymore? Do you people even know what decency means?”
Malcolm shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “We are thieves? Oh, please. Grandpa handed over those shares to us fair and square. What we own is perfectly legal. You really think you can just march in here, toss around a few accusations, and we’ll hand everything to you? Keep dreaming.”
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