Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 173

“Your shares as collateral? Mr. Weiss, isn’t that a bit troublesome and riskyr Acrons from Calen, a man in ke lære he adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit said. His name was Victor Blackwell, one of the key representatives of the Parent Group. The man had been observing Calen with mild interest, his fingers idly tapping again the run of his wine fe

Calen sat back slightly, keeping his posture composed. “It’s a reasonable arrangement, he said. “Webs for sit holds considerable assets, and despite the ongoing investigation, the company has maintained strong operational crycky Wha we need right now is liquidity.”

Victor studied him for a moment before setting his glass down. “Liquidity alone won’t solve your problems” He exced back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Your company’s reputation has taken a hit. The investigation done has made potential investors hesitant. You don’t just need funding, Mr. Weiss. You need stability?

Calen exhaled slowly. “And that’s exactly why I’m here.”

Victor lifted a brow, waiting.

“The Macau project is still viable,” Calen continued. “With additional funding, we can complete it ahead of schedule and shift the public narrative. Once we deliver results, confidence will be restored, and so will our investor relationships

Victor hummed lightly, glancing at the portfolio Calen had handed him earlier. He flipped through the pages, scaring financial reports and projections.

“I understand the urgency,” Victor said. “However, offering your remaining shares as collateral is bold. If things don’t go a planned, you’re putting Weiss Inc. at risk of losing controlling power entirely.”

Calen’s fingers tapped lightly against the table. “I understand the risk.”

Victor closed the portfolio and looked at him. “Then why not propose something more conservative? A structured loan, perhaps? Selling only a minor stake instead of using the rest as collateral?”

Calen shook his head. “A structured loan at this stage would mean higher interest rates due to the investigation. And selling only a minor stake won’t generate enough capital for what we need. The Macau project requires immediate funding Delaying means losing the project entirely.”

Victor exhaled, considering. “Let’s say we agree to this arrangement. What guarantees do we have that Weiss Inc. will be able to pay back the investment?”

“The project’s revenue stream,” Calen answered without hesitation. “Once it’s completed, the long–term contracts we’ve secured will ensure steady cash flow. Additionally, the Weiss family still holds a significant portfolio of private assets. If necessary, we can leverage those.”

Victor studied him carefully. “So, you’re willing to risk everything.”

Calen’s jaw tightened. “I’m willing to do what it takes to secure Weiss Inc’s future.”

acquire Weiss Inc., and if you fail this project, Weiss Inc. will fall into our hands. Are you still willing to take that risk?” Victor asked, smiling.

recover from this scandal, and we are confident that we will be able to pay

to the Blackwell

apologize Mr. Blackwell but that is not possible. We can only use the shares as

forward. “I will have to discuss this with the board,” he said, tapping a finger against

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plans in case of

everything

Weiss. If this deal goes through and you secure the funding…

company, and cut out

curled slightly,

the waiter, signaling for a fresh drink. “Well then, Mr. Weiss,” he said, tilting his glass slightly in Caleri’s direction.

he continued drinking his wine. This was well within the CEO’s expectations. It seemed that Weiss Inc. was indeed

fingers tapping lightly against the table. He had expected Weiss Inc. to struggle, but he hadn’t expected them to walk

shares as collateral was a

with this proposal. The banks must have refused them. Their usual investors must have pulled back. Even the so–called allies they once had

they were here.

was dangerous, even for Blackwell Group. Acquiring controlling shares through collateral agreements had its complications,

Calen Weiss and his father were cornered.

had no choice.

Around him, the gala was winding down. Guests were starting to leave, some lingering for final

straightened his suit and walked toward the private hallways of the venue, his

he reached a door guarded by two men

lit, offering a clear view of the ballroom through a wide one–way window. A man sat near the

slightly in greeting.