Chapter 159


    Chapter 159


    Gemma was obsessed with having a son.


    “Mr. White, please tell me. Whatever it is. I do my utmost she dered to Enoch with the fiercest


    conviction.


    Enoch spoke up. “Once you’ve taken this wellness recipe, never seek out Gwen again. Pretend your


    band has been severed, as if it’s water under the badge”


    “Agreed.”


    Gemma didn’t hesitate in the slightest


    Observing her chilly demeanor, Enoch’s dislike for her continued to grow. He scribbled down a recipe


    on a piece of paper and handed it


    to her


    Clutching the recipe, Gemma acted as if she had just obtained the Holy Gmil


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    “Thank you so much!” Gemma had been prepared to grovel, but acquiring the coveted recipe was


    surprisingly easy. With it in her possession, she might finally bear a son for the Sawyer family


    When Vivien married off, the entire fortune of the Sawyer family would belong to her and her son.


    “Now go, and remember my words, Enoch said with a chilly, exasperated voice.


    Fearing he might change his mind, Gemma left at once.


    Marina, who had witnessed the scene, sighed, “Mr. White, you’re too kind–hearted.


    “He’s Gwendolyn’s mother. Today she’s on her knees, ying the pity card. What if next time she


    threatens her life? forever be haunted by her antics. Better I y the viin,” Enoch exined.


    Gwendolyn will


    “You’d think Mrs. Chadwick was found under a gooseberry bush, given how little she and Gwendolyn


    look alike,” Marina remarked, unable to hide her disdain for such heartless behavior.


    “Possibly Gwendolyn takes after her father,” Enoch mused absentmindedly, although he had never met


    Gwendolyn’s father.


    At the skyscraper of the Chadwick Group, the shareholders‘ meeting was


    In Conference Room One, shareholders of all stripes packed the space.


    Bainbridge and Jarvis sat grim faced at the head of the room.


    in full swing.


    The assistant whispered to Bainbridge, “Mr. Chadwick, representatives from Summit Corp have


    arrived.”


    “Im aware,” he responded curtly.


    As the conference room doors: swung open, Howard and Gwendolyn entered side by side, followed by


    Larkin, Summit Corp’s Project Manager.


    Larkin, dressed sharply in a suit and with a confident stride, pulled out the chair at the head of the table


    for Howard, then ced an extra chair beside it for Gwendolyn.


    “That’s Warren’s chair. You can’t sit there!” Bainbridge stood up, ring.


    Howard seated himself with a smirk, “The major shareholder is absent. With my 20% stake, shouldn’t I


    sit here?”


    “Of course, you should!”


    “Mr. Chadwick most certainly should,” echoed the smaller shareholders, keenly aware that Bainbridge


    and Jarviscked real power.


    The 30% still rested in Warren. At his s 70th birthday, there had been whispers of him favoring Howard


    for the shares.


    Even if Bainbridge got hold of the shares, Howard’s status as the founder of Summit Corp was


    unassable.


    Howard swept his eyes over them indifferently. “As for you two, you’re hardly worthy of the head table.


    Larkin, please arrange seats at the back for these two. This is a shareholders‘ meeting, not a charity.


    What exactly qualifies you two to be here?”


    “Right away” Larkin relished the chance to kick them while they were down.


    He approached the Bainbridge and Jarvis, “Gentlemen, please. Everyone here holds more sway than


    you


    In the face of the shareholders, the acting president was less than nothing.


    “You… Bainbridge was shaking with rage, his forehead bulging with veins.


    Jarvis grabbed his arm, whispering, “Keep your cool!”


    ‘Dad! He’s too arrogant!”


    Just think of that 30% staker Jarvisforted him. Once they secured those shares, they would be the


    ones sitting center stage, and Howard would have to make way, wouldn’t he?