Facade of Love

Chapter 42 Buying a Month’s Time

1 rubbed my forehead, a headache brewing. I had intended to inquire about GleamGate Media’s current financial status, but a secretary from the conference room interrupted, “Mr. Quinn, you need to step in. It’s chaos in there.”

Uncle Marcus and I exchanged a glance, then hurried into the conference room without a word.

Inside, five people were seated. In the center sat a thin, elderly white man–Jack, the MG investor Uncle Marcus had mentioned. Beside him was a middle–aged woman, Harper, the domestic CEO of the investment company. The others were two lawyers and Julian, the angel investor of Scott Corporation. Julian held the most shares in the company, second only to my father.

As Uncle Marcus and I entered, all eyes turned to me. Harper’s brow furrowed slightly as she asked, “You’re Kane’s youngest, Yvette?”

I nodded, scanning the room before addressing Jack and Julian. “I apologize for my father’s absence. He had an accident, so I’m here in his place.”

Julian gave a slight nod, his voice steady. “Yvette, we’ve heard about your father. It’s a part of life we can’t escape – birth, aging, sickness, and death. We’re deeply saddened. We wouldn’t have asked you to come under normal circumstances, but this issue is too significant. We’re all investors with lives to lead, so we needed you here to provide some answers.”

know much about GleamGate Media. What exactly happened that has all of you so

a document across the table to me, his tone brusque. “Young lady, your family is in

the file and began to read. It contained GleamGate Media’s financial statements and a series of documents from a financing

a quick read–through, a chill ran down my

I spoke. “I firmly believe that my father would never do such a thing. When he invited you to invest, he truly believed

We invested three million dollars. Why, after just a few months, is there only five hundred thousand left in the company’s account? Where did all that money go? Where are the profits? Your father bought a company valued at one million for four times the

had remained silent until now, finally spoke. He looked at me. “Ms. Scott, we don’t want to put you in a tough spot. With your father gone, there’s no one to confirm our suspicions. So, we’ve decided to enforce the contingency agreement we signed earlier, in an attempt to minimize our investors‘ losses. I’ve arranged for our top management to

as I grasped his words. No decision–making or managerial authority meant they would dictate Scott Corporation’s future. If Scott Corporation could not stay afloat, they

sign the contract, Hold on. I’ll take on GleamGate Media’s losses. As for the unaccounted funds, I’ll track them down and give you

operational state. And let’s not forget the rumors about you. circulating in the media. I’m not trying to add insult to injury, just being rational. Even if we let you investigate, I fear you might not be able to step into your father’s shoes as the chairman of Scott Corporation. Sometimes,

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