LittleNovelChapter 479 The room fell completely silent.
Truth be told, everyone there understood the reality-Victor's abilities were nothing short of remarkable.
In just a few short years, he'd propelled the Fitzgerald Group's assets into an entirely new league. Their own dividends had multiplied several times over-an achievement far beyond the reach of most.
Victor's jet-black eyes swept lazily across the gathering.
At last, his gaze cto rest on Virgil.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnder the man's piercing stare, Virgil's fists clenched at his sides, jaw tightening as he bowed his head. Victor's lips curled into a faint, dismissive smirk. "Well, since no one has anything to add, I'll take it that everyone's satisfied with this year's annual report." The moment his words landed, thunderous applause erupted throughout the conference room.
A beat later, Victor's tone leveled out, calm and unhurried. "Now, regarding my upcoming marriage to the head of the Vaughan Group, I've decided to transfer twenty percent of Fitzgerald Group's shares to Isadora." The room exploded in shocked whispers.
Everyone exchanged stunned glances, unable to process the bombshell announcement.
The Fitzgerald Group's shares were tightly held within the family-a highly centralized ownership structure. The value behind that twenty percent was almost unimaginable. It could buy out a hundred Vaughan Groups. But more than that, it signaled Isadora's formal entry into the very heart of the financial elite.
A few shareholders wrestled with the urge to speak up. One man had just opened his mouth when Victor's sharp gaze swept over him. He immediately shrank back, lowering his hand.
Victor arched an eyebrow. "Anyone else object to my marriage now?" All around, people kept their heads down, seething in silence.
How could they object, when he was willing to back a woman with so much of his own capital? And so, the consortium meeting wrapped up after the vice president's closing remarks. One by one, the attendees shuffled out, dejected and subdued.
"Uncle." Victor's voice, slow and deliberate, called out to Virgil, who was just about to leave.
Virgil paused, forcing a sycophantic smile as he turned. "Victor, today's meeting remindedso much of your uncle back in his primeeno, you've surpassed even him." Victor ignored the flattery.
He walked forward and clapped a hand on Virgil's shoulder.
Virgil felt as if Victor's palm weighed a thousand pounds; his heart skipped a beat.
"Lincoln's getting old," Victor said quietly. "He deserves a peaceful retirement. Have a word with him, will you?" Without waiting for a response, Victor turned and strode off at an easy pace.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe moment Victor's hand lifted, Virgil's smile vanished. His fists clenched tightly at his sides.
He's pushingout to play the bad guy! Damn you, Victor! * Victor took the keys from Kemp and headed straight for the underground parking lot.
Kemp watched Victor's retreating figure, curiosity gnawing at him.
Why hadn't Mr. Fitzgerald asked him to keep searching for Isadora? on given him any further instructions? Did that mean Isadora hadn't gone missing after all?
On the highway, a brazen, midnight blue Lamborghini tore through the city at breakneck speed, roaring to a halt half an hour later in front of Brocade Heights.
Victor stepped out of the car, eyes dark and unreadable, and took the LeTX elevator up. He opened the door. Inside, the apartment was utterly still.
He scanned the space, gaze finally settling on the woman curled up on the sofa, apparently asleep.
She lay on her side, one slender arm tucked beneath her head, knees drawn up, lips gently closed ine delicate features were softened in sleep, breath deep and even.
Victor stood there, quietly watching her, and felt a gentle warmth steal into his heart.
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