Chapter 49: Jin’s Rise (2) & Olivia’s Past
"Turn back, TURN BACK. NOW!"
Under Helena’s surprised yelp and the astonished gazes of bodyguards following behind, David made a sharp 360-degree turn from the intersection. The screech of tires against asphalt echoed like a banshee’s wail as the luxury sedan performed an almost impossible maneuver.
"What’s going on?!?" Helena asked, her voice pitched higher than expectations at a family reunion. She was baffled by how the situation had suddenly turned more serious than a funeral director’s expression.
"Don’t worry, it’s nothing much." Vincent waved his hand dismissively, though his knuckles had gone whiter than fresh snow around his phone. "David, back to the Chillton hotel." His mind was spinning faster than a washing machine on the fritz. "Also call Raghu and his team of ten to come immediately."
David’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as he reached for his phone. In all his years of service, he’d rarely seen his boss this rattled but it would be weirder if he was not, considering the information.
Fifteen percent. Fifteen goddamn percent.
The numbers blazed across Vincent’s mind like neon signs in hell. Jin now held fifteen percent shares in Cornelius Holdings while Vincent himself owned forty-eight percent. His jaw clenched so tight it could have cracked walnuts.
How the fuck did this happen?
At first glance, any reasonable person would think Vincent was overreacting like some drama queen at a soap opera audition. After all, forty-eight percent was still considerably larger than fifteen percent. Even if Jin wanted to rally other shareholders and investors against him, the math simply didn’t add up to a hostile takeover.
But Vincent knew better. He always knew better.
The real nightmare wasn’t the shares themselves—it was the spider web Jin had been weaving while Vincent had been playing puppet master with Annapurna and Meridian. Five percent shares in Annapurna. Ten percent shares in Meridian. The bastard had somehow become a major shareholder in Vincent’s most crucial business rivals.
And the routes. The damn routes.