Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 366

Bennett's words rolled out with a deliberate calm that nevertheless sent waves of oppression crashing through the room.

"It's not... I mean no offense! But since we shareholders are here today, we're just looking for your honest opinion. That's all!"

"I have no opinion!" Bennett's response was flat-out defiant.

The room fell into an awkward silence.

Looking around and seeing the expressions of everyone present, I decided to step in. "Since there seems to be business to discuss, my husband and I will excuse ourselves. Dad, we'll wait for you outside."

But as Jaylan and I made a move to leave, Bennett's voice sliced through the tension. "Show these people out," he commanded his secretary.

It was an unequivocal dismissal.

Standing up, he addressed my father. "Mr. Wilburn, please! I'll accompany you."

Dad offered him a serene smile. "Well then, lead the way."

Without another word, or even a nod to that Kemp fellow, we made our way out.

"Mr. Richardson!" Kemp stepped forward, calling out.

Bennett gave him a frosty glance and instructed his secretary, "Schedule a full shareholders' meeting for tomorrow morning at ten."

Then he strode out of the office.

I was baffled. What game were my father and Bennett playing? It was beyond my comprehension. One thing was clear, though; my dad was not one to be outmaneuvered.

We all got into our cars, and once we were on the road, I asked my father, "Is Kemp the major shareholder of VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals?"

"No," Dad said simply, his mind clearly elsewhere. It dawned on me that those men were indeed the real deal, not extras in some corporate theater.

Seeing my father's contemplative and slightly displeased expression, I chose not to press further.

Dad beamed at the distant Silent Blossom Pond. "They're different sectors: one focused on lifestyle, the other health. Both are essential and incomparable."

Jaylan seemed unsatisfied with the answer, falling silent as he pondered.

The driver was already looking for a parking spot when Dad added, "But both are long-term ventures in their fields—one open for continual expansion and the other a steady stream of profits."

I felt a twinge in my heart. His answer was precise, meaningful only to me.

Dad's vision was to build me a near-perfect foundation for business, with pharmaceuticals and medical devices complementing each other for sustainable growth, while Oldtown Avenue could be a charming alley that attracted visitors from everywhere, providing endless profits.

These endeavors could remain evergreen, a legacy we could pass down through the generations, even as we grew old. This was Dad's blueprint.

Stepping out of the car, I was greeted by the fresh air scented with tea, a natural oxygen bar. Jaylan had already joined Dad, strolling alongside Bennett towards the scenic villa.

Hannah came up beside me, tugging at my sleeve and raising an eyebrow. I immediately understood she had something to share.