The autumn breeze was cool and refreshing, and it helped to clear Jerome’s head a little.
“Mom, are we going for a walk in the park?” he asked with a smile.
“No.” Wendy’s eyes were cold. She stopped in a secluded spot. “Did you go to Natalie and tell her not to enter the competition? Did you tear up her designs?”
“Are you so sure she was even going to compete?”
“Yes. Joanna came home crying this morning because Natalie bullied her,” Jerome admitted freely. He had indeed gone to cause trouble for Natalie.
He looked away, at the sycamore trees in the distance, watching as an occasional leaf drifted to the ground.
Wendy knew that with Jerome’s stubborn personality, nothing she said would make him believe her.
She took out a stock transfer agreement. “You own five percent of the company’s shares. I need you to transfer them to me now. Someone is secretly buying up shares, and I can’t lose my position as chairwoman.”
Jerome was stunned. “Mom, is the company really in that much trouble? I’ll call my brother and have him come back to help you.”
“Don’t bother. A useless, lovesick fool and a coddled good-for-nothing. What help could they possibly be?” Wendy’s eyes welled with tears.
Her cold words shocked Jerome. “Mom, how can you talk about your sons like that?”
“Just answer the question. Are you going to give me the shares or not?”
Wendy stared at him, her heart sinking as she saw the hesitation in his eyes.
“Mom, you know my own company doesn’t make any money. My only income is the dividends from my shares. If I give them to you, I won’t have any money to live on.”

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