Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 972 He Doesn't Pamper

Raymond just sat there at the head of the table, cool as a cucumber, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface like he didn't have a care in the world.

After a minute, he finally broke the silence. "Elbert, to buy those 20% shares from Mr. Scott, you mortgaged everything you own, drained all your cash, and even borrowed $400 million from the bank. How exactly do you plan to pay that back?" Raymond's eyes sparkled with amusement as he glanced around at the other Montague family members.

The ones who had been making all the noise a moment ago now shrank back, avoiding his gaze like it was the plague.

Even though Raymond's look seemed casual, to them, it felt like a sharp, cold blade, freezing them in their tracks.

Everyone's faces turned grim. They exchanged nervous glances, not daring to challenge Raymond.

Elbert shouted, "No way! Raymond, you must've pulled some dirty tricks!"

Elbert, who had been scheming for years and was so close to success, couldn't believe he was suddenly being dragged down. He refused to accept it.

Raymond, however, didn't indulge him or anyone else, for that matter. "Elbert, you now only have the 20% shares you just bought. You have two choices: sell these shares to me at half the market price, which will let you repay your debt, or I'll tank the stock price of the Montague Group, making your shares worthless. I'm dead serious."

option was nuts, but everyone there believed Raymond would actually do

he was giving Elbert a choice,

had bought the 20% shares at twice the market price and mortgaged his own 30% shares. Now, Raymond wanted him to

already broke, with nothing left to his name. He spat out

the blood on

"Mr. Montague has a thing about

that, Elbert, who had been barely holding on, fainted on the

up but didn't dare look at

angered Raymond, Raymond would really go with the second option, making their shares

them $400 million in debt, with interest they could never

Raymond's effortless demeanor, jealous of how Raymond,

tasted of blood. He

shares in the Montague Group. The Montague family wouldn't owe her a

unclenched, but feeling ashamed, she couldn't say anything, her

family members were similarly stunned, sitting in