Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 168: Emergency Shareholder Meeting

Rage seeped from William’s every pore, warping the air around him like heat off asphalt. His previously good mood shattered into shards. In that moment, he felt he could strangle anyone who so much as irritated him.

Jennifer, sensing the fury pulsing off him, asked again, "Dad, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

William let out a bitter grunt. "What else? Elliot Grant. That son of a bitch."

The words burned on his tongue, but fury clogged his throat, halting further speech. He took several sharp breaths, forcing the fire down before it could consume him.

"He’s called an emergency shareholder meeting. Tomorrow." William’s voice was tight, clipped. "Because of the company’s recent downturn, some of the other shareholders have aligned with him. They’re planning to vote me out."

His jaw clenched so hard it looked as though he might crack a tooth.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Why are you even wasting emotion on those circus monkeys? They couldn’t move a single strand of your hair before... they won’t now."

"This time feels different," William muttered. "The company’s situation is worse than it’s ever been."

"Even if they all unite, they still can’t match our shares," Jennifer countered. "We’re the largest stakeholders, Dad. They can’t outvote us."

William’s eyes narrowed. "The moment I heard Eleanor was back in town, I suspected Grant would try something like this. Amnesia or not, if he manages to get her involved, it’ll become a problem."

Jennifer nodded, thoughtful. "Then let’s turn this on its head. Use this opportunity. Show the shareholders that we own the majority. Let them see the truth. Their alliance means nothing."

William looked at her, a hard glint in his eye. "Are you sure we should reveal the transfer deed?"

"I’m sure. It’s time we stopped playing defence. Use the meeting to claim the chairmanship outright. Let them start their rebellion... we’ll end it."

Her confidence was unwavering, sharp as a blade.

William gave a grim smile and nodded. The conversation about the wedding was swiftly set aside. He picked up his phone and began making calls to loyal shareholders, summoning support. Jennifer did the same, rallying her backers and locking down alliances. They had a strategy now. A plan built not just to survive, but to conquer.

With the battlefield forming in their minds, both father and daughter went to sleep, their thoughts already deep into tomorrow.

***

of EverBuild Solutions Limited buzzed with anticipation

The air was thick with murmurs and speculation. Staff members, notified the night before, had worked overtime to

had been hired to assist the regulars. Extra security had been stationed at the entrances and key junctions, ready to

fragile. Some dared to believe that fresh leadership might reverse the company’s downward spiral. Others remained sceptical,

one truth bound them all: something

rippled through the room like a restless

Grant is taking over. They say he

voice added. "He built this company with Esmeralda Langford. If anyone has the

Whitmore is going to make

someone completely new... someone we haven’t

through the conference room until the main shareholders and directors began arriving, one by one. Each ascended to the elevated dais at the front of the room, exchanging stiff nods and thin-lipped glances as anticipation rippled through the assembled crowd. The gathered shareholders lowered their

in her forties, her tailored blue business suit highlighted her ageless elegance. Everyone in the room knew Amelia

and bushy

office suit, her raven hair tucked behind one ear. She scanned the room with sharp, calculating eyes. Like Amelia, her family had been early investors in

Towering and grave in a charcoal suit, he sat with his hands clasped, his piercing gaze flicking across

seat remained conspicuously empty... the one reserved for the chairman, who had yet to

vacant chair sat Henry Smythe, the quiet investor from Yorkshire. Known for keeping out of company affairs unless profits were at stake, his fingers tapped

in her own right. She sat upright, eyes forward, calm in the

O’Donnell, Director of Operations. His father had held the same role before him, and the O’Donnell

held. The high platform loomed over the assembly, a symbolic divide between the decision-makers and the

a subtle nod, he signalled to the man standing at the

His voice cut clean

attending. Under normal circumstances, this meeting would be a

hush fell

life. Lines of data, graphs, and profit projections sprawled across it in grim red

said, his voice as steady as it was damning. "Our credit lines have been

like startled birds. Arabella exchanged a glance with Dr. Patel. Grant’s knuckles whitened where his

five years of financial erosion. "This, ladies and gentlemen, is the trajectory of our company. At this rate, we will not