Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 202

“Now that everyone’s here, let’s discuss how we’re going to handle VistaSphere Group’s current crisis. I want everyone to speak freely—let’s work together to find the best solution possible.”

He finished speaking and glanced at Director Bell, seated to his right.

Director Bell cleared his throat, his tone solemn.

“Frankly, solving VistaSphere Group’s financial difficulties is simple. Ms. Tremaine holds the largest share among all of us. If she’s willing to cash in just 20% of her shares and reinvest the proceeds into the company, that would resolve our financial woes perfectly.”

Everyone in the room immediately shifted their gaze toward Cynthia, watching her with a mix of hope and caution.

Cynthia, however, acted as if she hadn’t heard a word. She kept flipping through the documents in her hands, unbothered.

Father Benedict frowned, watching her, then rapped his knuckles on the table and raised his voice.

“Well? What does everyone think of Director Bell’s suggestion?”

Silence. No one dared voice any objection.

Cynthia finally closed her file and tossed it onto the table. Her eyes, sharp and clear, fixed coldly on Director Bell.

“If it’s really that simple, why don’t you donate some of your own shares, Director Bell? Why not help VistaSphere Group out of this mess yourself?”

Director Bell’s jaw tightened. “Ms. Tremaine, you own the largest stake of any shareholder here. In this crisis, if you won’t step up, who will? And let’s not forget, VistaSphere Group’s troubles began because of you.”

Cynthia smirked. “Sure, you don’t have as many shares as I do, but you have a house, don’t you? You could always sell your house and your car, pawn your belongings, and bail VistaSphere Group out. Isn’t that an option?”

“I actually think Director Bell’s idea is quite reasonable,” Benedict continued. “Let’s treat this 20% as a loan—I’ll repay you once VistaSphere Group is back on its feet.”

Cynthia shot back, “Don’t even think about it. I’m not lending you anything.”

Benedict’s face hardened. “Cynthia! This isn’t the time for childish tantrums. Do you think I don’t want to sell my own shares? If we stand together, we’ll get through this rough patch.”

After distributing shares to senior management, Benedict’s own stake had dropped from 49% to 32%, making him the second-largest shareholder after Cynthia. If he sold another 20%, he’d fall to third place, with others ahead of him, threatening his control over the company.

Cynthia currently held 51%. Even if she sold 20%, she’d still have 31%—just one point below Benedict. No one else could challenge their authority.

Between the two of them, they still commanded the most powerful voices at VistaSphere Group.