Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 141: Equity

「LK Group, executive conference room.」

Archie Summers leaned forward, his hands braced on the table, and looked at everyone present. "Those shares aren’t doing you any good just sitting in your hands. This is the share purchase agreement I’ve drawn up. If there are no issues, just sign it. My time is limited!" As he spoke, Archie glanced down at his watch.

"This..." The four middle-aged men at the table looked deeply troubled. They all cautiously glanced toward Caleb Grayson and Tristan Grayson, trying to gauge their expressions.

The few of them were old-timers who had joined the company back when it was just starting out. The chairman had treated them well, giving each of them five percent of the company’s shares upon their retirement to provide for their old age.

In a way, the Grayson family had been supporting them all these years...

On one hand, there was loyalty. On the other, the temptation of money...

Archie Summers had already acquired thirty-five percent of the shares. Aside from Caleb Grayson, Archie currently held the largest stake. If he successfully acquired the shares from these four men, he would become the largest shareholder in LK Group.

Seeing the old men hesitating, Archie Summers let out a derisive laugh and turned to swipe a finger across the large screen behind him. "As you can all see, the group has recently suffered serious losses due to Young Master Grayson’s personal conduct. The stock price is dropping hard every day. Transferring your shares to me now is undoubtedly the best time to cash out. Besides, the profit I’m offering you is higher than what you’d gain from holding onto your LK Group shares for the next five years."

Archie Summers’ words indeed had the four men stirring restlessly.

Watching these ungrateful old employees, Tristan Grayson’s heart grew cold.

He gave them tens of millions for free every year, yet now, for a tiny bit of profit, they were ready to completely betray the Grayson family.

Caleb Grayson hadn’t said a single word since sitting down. He just frowned, studying Archie Summers. From the moment he first saw Archie yesterday, he’d felt that the young man was familiar, giving him a sense of closeness.

It was as if he saw the shadow of that person from many years ago in him.

But he knew Archie wasn’t that person’s child. He was Mika’s biological brother; how could he possibly be that person’s son?

Just then, Tristan Grayson gestured with his hand, and Henry Archer immediately stepped forward to distribute a contract to each of them.

Tristan Grayson looked at them with cold eyes and said in a stern voice, "This is the Grayson family’s share purchase agreement. All of you, consider whether you want to sell your shares to Mr. Summers or to the Grayson family."

The price he offered wasn’t as high as Archie’s, just slightly above market value.

He was doing this on purpose. He wanted to see if they had any conscience left...

The four of them stared at the contracts on the table, scared to death. If they offended the Grayson family, their lives in Tridell would likely become very difficult.

However, if they signed with the Grayson family, they would lose out on a huge sum of money...

Seeing their conflicted expressions, Tristan Grayson’s lips curled into a smirk. "Lewis, what’s your decision?"

"I..." Lewis swallowed hard and pushed Archie’s contract away. "I-I’ll sell my shares to Young Master Grayson."

"Hm..." Tristan Grayson’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he nodded. He then turned to the man sitting next to Lewis. "Archer, what about you?"

Suddenly being called on, Archer was so startled the pen nearly fell from his hand. He looked up with an apologetic smile and said, "I’ll also sell my shares to Young Master Grayson. They were originally the Grayson family’s anyway."

"Very good. And you, Warren and Lane?"

Warren shut his eyes, steeled himself, and decisively signed his name. "Tristan, I’ll sell my shares to you, too." ’At a time like this, only someone with a death wish would dare sell their shares to an outsider,’ he thought.

However, just as Warren finished speaking, Lane’s trembling voice piped up, "Tristan, I’m sorry. I can’t sell my shares to the Grayson family. You know the Lane family has been going through a lot of turmoil recently, and we desperately need the money for emergencies."

"Heh, it’s fine. Just do as you wish, Lane." The vicious glint in Tristan Grayson’s eyes was sharp enough to kill.