The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Sawyer's impatience grew as Frey remained silent. He grabbed her wrist with a grip so strong she couldn't break free. Frey glared at him coldly, and he was startled by her gaze.

Frey sneered, "Mr. Sawyer, you'd better let go, or we will never meet again. I mean it."

Reluctantly, Sawyer released her hand, his expression turning somber. He looked at Frey and chuckled, then composed himself, sitting upright and returning to his usual enigmatic demeanor. "I've already taken care of your business."

"I checked the stock price of Technologent Group. It's 19.8 dollars. A week ago, I bought 7.3 million shares at 17 dollars. Don't worry, I found a discreet buyer. No one will notice. With these shares, we now own 29% of Technologent Group's controlling stake."

Frey was astonished at how much control they had acquired. Sawyer, detecting her surprise, smirked.

"Nathaniel gave you 10% of Technologent Group's controlling interest. With this, we nearly control 39% of Technologent Group."

"Do you know what 39% means?"

controls 55% of Technologent Group. If he dies,

"dies" made Frey tremble. Sawyer noticed

busy these days, and Nathaniel is preoccupied in Buranda. You don't

underhanded methods, if Nathaniel survives, his

for his downfall, so he might use drastic measures. If you want to leave

stood up, cutting him off, "You don't understand him. He will return to Saeville. It's not that

turned the skull ring on his finger, "You still love

with 10% equity to make up for the

"Sawyer, I appreciate you for saving my life,

at all. Jacob's attempt

share Technologent Group's equity 50-50. You can use Technologent Group to deal with the Lloyd family and achieve your goals."