HappyNovelChapter 721 Everyone in the Saunders family could hear the resistance in Citrine's voice when she spoke to Gorman. And since everyone was firmly on Citrine's side, not a single person spoke up for Gorman.
After dinner, Citrine was the first to leave the table.
Herschel set his fork down on his plate with a heavy clatter. He shot Gorman a warning glare. "You'd better make things right with Citrine soon. Otherwise, you might as well start packing your bags-there won't be a place for you in this family." Even Inez, who rarely got involved, couldn't help chiming in, "If Citrine can't forgive you, don't blyour grandmother for forcing you to choose." Monica and Wade had never liked Gorman to begin with. Both were fiercely protective of their little sister, so it wasn't surprising that their faces were icy cold toward him.
By the tthe meal ended, it felt like Gorman was the only casualty left at the table.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe knew he deserved it. Still, when he remembered Citrine laughing and calling Wade "big brother," a deep ache twisted in his chest.
He couldn't help but think back to when they were kids-back then, if Wade so much as touched her, Citrine would burst into tears. Every single time, it was Gorman who had to coax her back to smiles.
Now, feeling utterly miserable, Gorman didn't care about the tdifference. He grabbed his phone and made a transatlantic call to his assistant, who was still in Magnolia.
His assistant, startled awake, picked up with a groggy, annoyed shout: "For God's sake, this better be important! Otherwise, you're dead to me!" The outburst spent sof his anger. He finally cracked open one eye to look at the screen. When he saw the contact n"The Boss Himself"-his heart sank.
It took him ten seconds to collect himself before he apologized on the line, "My apologies, Mr. Gorman. I thought it was someone else calling." Gorman ignored him.
Sensing the mood, the assistant hurriedly asked, "President Saunders, is there something you need?" Gorman get straight to the point.
"Reinstate the contracts with CI Group and Viridis Medical Institute.
Also, resour domestic partnerships. Get the factories back ontine." "What?" The assistant froze.
Cancel the partnership one day, reinstate it the next. Shut the factories down, then scramble to reopen them. Why was his boss like this? The assistant felt like screaming.
Gorman's voice was icy. "Did you not hear me? Just do as I say." "Understood." The assistant replied, resigned.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe line stayed silent. The assistant grew nervous-what else did this nightmare boss want? Carefully, he ventured, "Is there anything else, sir?" Gorman paused, then said, "Draft a share transfer agreement. I want to give twenty-five percent of the company's shares to my sister." "What?" The assistant shot upright in bed, instantly wide awake.
Had he suddenly forgotten how to understand English? Gorman, gritting repeated impatiently, "Draft his teeth alshare transfer agreement. For my sister. Twenty-five percent."
The assistant was stunned. "You want to give your sister a quarter of The G Group?Mr. Gorman, are you En. serious?" Even one percent was enough to live on for a lifetime, let alone twenty-five. Besides, Gorman only held fifty percent in e was practically giving his sister half of everything he owned.
This wasn't a wife or a child-this was just a sister. Mr. Gorman was out of his mind.
The assistant tried to persuade him, "Mr. Gorman, please reconsider. You built The Group from the ground up. You've poured your whole life into it Now you want to just hand over half your fortune? If you were giving it to your wife or kids, that'd be one thing.
But your sister's basically an outsider!"
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