Chapter 127

“Shares?” Calen’s voice shook. “She wanted shares?”

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Cecil sat opposite her son, pouring herself a glass of wine. “I’ve already agreed to give her five percent of my ten percent shares,” she said, setting the bottle down. “My lawyers will handle the transfer. Once everything is processed, it’ll be legally under her name.”

Calen’s jaw tensed. “But Mom-”

Cecil took a slow sip of her wine before meeting his glare. “This mess? You created it, Calen. Don’t forget that.”

Calen’s jaw clenched. “Why would you give her shares that belong to me?”

Cecil’s grip tightened around the stem of her glass. “They don’t belong to you,” she said coolly. “Those shares are mine. I’m choosing to compensate Izzy with them.”

Compensate. The word left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Inwardly, Cecil fumed as she recalled the conversation she had with Izzy.

She had gone into that meeting thinking she could negotiate and intimidate Izzy into backing down. Instead, she had been met with sarcasm, wit, and an unshakable resolve she hadn’t expected.

“I thought you were smarter than this, Cecil,” Izzy had said, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Bribing me with pocket change? I thought you actually wanted to negotiate.”

Cecil had gritted her teeth. “Twenty million is not pocket change.”

“To you, maybe,” Izzy had mused. “To me? It’s a number I could make in a week.”

Cecil had wanted to slap that smug expression off her face, but she held herself back.

“What do you want, then?” she had finally asked, her patience wearing thin.

Izzy

had smiled. “I want something worth my time.”

And then she had said it.

Shares.

had nearly laughed at its absurdity. But the way Izzy looked at her as if she already knew

with ease. Every attempt to shift the conversation in her favor had been turned back against

Izzy had won.

just hadn’t expected it.

She

gone.

choice but to hand over

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informing her that food had been

Horvath,

Liam Horvath,

this. Calen had always seen Liam Horvath as a rival because they were the same age. She didn’t want to provoke her son again and cause even more chaos. It was

composing herself before looking at her son. “Don’t worry,

Calen’s expression darkened.

Five percent.

same amount Izzy would now

grip on his

wasn’t just

was still five

the company would listen to her more than they listened to

his jaw.

made herself his

prepared everything -the recordings,

Earlier today, he received some updates on the Macau project.

opened his phone and dialed a number.

me,” a coquettish voice answered. The owner of this voice was

need your help,” Calen said.

said. “We can talk

New York. Are you expecting me to-”

this deal,” Pamella said. “I helped you in Macau, it is time that you

his teeth, his fingers tightening around his phone. He didn’t like being forced into a corner, but right now,he had

“I’ll come to

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