Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 249

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The ward door opened.

Master Harris was in his hospital gown as he walked out in an aggressive manner. “What nonsense is there for you to talk about outside here so late at night instead of going to sleep? If you’d spend your time on the company instead of on these pointless acts, you wouldn’t end up this way!”

Oscar said helplessly, “I’m just giving some advice because I’m concerned over Charles as an elder. Why has it become a pointless act when you’re describing it?”

“If you were capable enough to advise him, do you think I would allow a junior like him to be the president? Get out of here and go home to rest. Just look at what time it is. Stop annoying me by moving about in front of me every day!” Master Harris finished his words impatiently and turned to go into his ward.

When he saw that Charles did not follow him, he turned back and roared, “Why aren’t you coming in! What’re you waiting for?”

“It’s getting late. Do have an early rest, Uncle Oscar,” Charles said to Oscar and got into the ward, closing the door behind him.

Oscar watched as the door shut in front of him. The smile vanished from his face as a dark look crossed his eyes. He sneered coldly and walked away from the door.

“Have you thought about it?” Master Harris sat on a chair in his ward, staring coldly at Charles who was standing at the door.

Charles walked forward a few steps. “My answer remains unchanged.”

“You scoundrel!” Master Harris slammed the table and stood up.

Charles’ expression remained the same as he said, “Grandpa, it’s better for you if you control your temper. Your body can’t take anymore torment.”

“Are you cursing me to die?” Master Harris clenched his teeth.

Charles replied, “I’m not. I’m just suggesting you to take care of your health. You’re overthinking it.”

Silence.

It felt like ice was forming in the air and time had stopped.

Master Harris stared darkly at Charles while Charles remained focused, as if not bothered by Master Harris’ stare.

Master Harris roared, “Let me ask you again. Do you agree or not?! If you say no, I’ll do whatever I want when handling your matters!”

A slight chill appeared in Charles' eyes, but he stood his ground. “I’ve never done any transfer of assets, and I have no idea why such huge transactions have appeared out of thin air in the accounts. I’m absolutely fine with you handing me over to related departments. I believe they will be able to prove my innocence.”

Charles may be the president, but the position of chief finance officer, which had gone through three hires, were all his grandfather’s men.

The accounts never had a problem, but the moment he resigned as president and conducted his handover, problems immediately surfaced in the accounts. It did not take much to guess who was behind this.

“Do you think I won’t dare to?” Master Harris questioned him with a lowered voice.

Charles replied, “It’s not that. I just felt a chill in my heart at the thought of you fiddling with the accounts to threaten me to stay and assist Justin.”

His grandfather had gotten him to resign as president but requested him to stay as assistant to the president. Charles’ position may be the president’s assistant, but in fact, he would still be doing the job of a president. The only difference was that the public would recognize Justin as the president.

“Your aunts and your Uncle Oscar are standing with Dennis and the others. They are requesting for you to return as president. Do you dare tell me to my face that this has nothing to do with you?” Master Harris asked coldly.

Ted and his family owned 25% of the shares. With Charles’ shares that he snatched away, there was only 49% in total shares.

Master Harris’ eldest daughter and the others, however, had 51% shares in total, which was more than what he had.

He should never have distributed the shares so early if he knew this would happen!

Charles laughed at his words. There was a subtle sarcastic look in his eyes. “Grandpa, you’re maligning me. I have no shares in my hands. What’s the point of being president?

“My aunts and the rest want me to continue being president because I can help them earn a huge profit. This is human nature. I believe Grandpa is pretty familiar with it?”

The expression on Master Harris’ face was stormy. It took him a while before saying, “Take up the position of assistant to president and I won’t go after you for touching the company’s assets. I’ll even return the three percent shares to you! Are you satisfied now?!”

The last sentence was almost squeezed from his throat.

“Grandpa, you know better than I do if I’ve touched that money or not. There’s no need for you to bring that matter up. As for the three percent, I don’t plan on wanting it. It’s not worth it for me to give my entire life for such a small amount of money,” Charles replied.

The look on Master Harris’ face turned from bad to worse.

“My mom was telling me about how my uncle is doing. My uncle said that he needs help and has asked me to go over to help him out. He told me that with my capabilities, I should be able to become at least a major general. It’s much more respectable than being a businessman with a stench of money,” Charles added as he pretended not to notice Master Harris’ expression.

Master Harris’ face darkened. The storm was coming. “Good for you, isn’t it? You’re indeed a member of the Harris family!”