Chapter 385


    As thest page of evidence fluttered to the table, my dad turned to face Kemp with a frosty edge in his


    voice. "Tell me, Kemp, what part of this is fabrication? The records of every single transaction are in


    your hands, ready for your scrutiny. I''m fully cooperative.


    Every penny here belongs to me. Which part did you im I concocted? Which penny was uwfully


    taken? Why on earth would I want to usurp VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals? What a joke! Let mey it out


    for you crystal clear, Kemp, VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals belongs to the Wilburn family, and I disdain even


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    to speak the word ''usurp'' you so carelessly tossed around."


    Kemp was dumbfounded and routed by my dad''s question.


    The crowd around us shifted uneasily, unsure of how to react.


    "I sacrificed everything to build something meaningful and promising with VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals. I


    sold off every asset we had, to give us all a shot at a legitimate and prosperous venture. You''ve all


    reaped the benefits over the years, filling your pockets to the brim. And now, here you are, biting the


    hand that feeds you. Where is your conscience?"


    Kemp''s face was a canvas of contorting emotions, his lips twitched, and he was left without a single


    retort.


    "And you think you can run thispany? That''s wishful thinking! If anyone should be asked, it''s me.


    Do I agree? Handing you the reins would spell disaster for VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals!"


    At that moment, Emmett, my dad''s trusted friend, couldn''t help but smirk, a look of contempt for Kemp


    in his eyes. "The audacity! Measuring others by your petty standards. Pathetic!"


    "You..." Kemp stuttered.


    "You''ve got some nerve, Kemp, handling the Wilburn family''s business like it''s a favor to cash in, even


    thinking of bumping up your share by two points. And what about your own dividends?" Emmett''s


    words were another blow to Kemp''s crumbling facade.


    My dad chuckled softly, "Even if you raised it by two points, do you really think VitalAxis


    Pharmaceuticals wouldst long in your hands? The thought isughable!"


    His tone was stern, each word meticulously chosen.


    The other shareholders, who had once strutted around with Kemp, now hung their heads low, trying to


    disappear into the floor.


    Kemp, faced with incontrovertible evidence, every transaction clear and above board, dividends fair


    and just, couldn''t find a single fault.


    Fuming, he grabbed the papers from the table and tore them like a madman, nearly biting them in his


    rage.


    Atst, he pointed at my dad and roared, "Galen, you sly fox, just wait. If there''s a loophole, I''ll find it!"


    With that, he kicked his chair over and made to leave, and ud, hisckey, rose to follow with a


    scowl, ready to slink away with his boss.


    Bet, who had been silent all this while, finally spoke. "Kemp, since we''veid all our cards on the


    table, please, sit back down. I have something to say. Don''t rush off just yet."


    I took a look at the papers in my hands, astonished by the content.


    Kemp, initially expecting some strategic report, went pale upon reading his copy. He looked to Bet


    with a gaping mouth and asked, "What... what are you implying?"


    Bet, calm andposed, addressed the room, "What''s the matter, Kemp? Do you have an


    objection?"


    "What do you mean?" Kemp''s voice had lost its earlier arrogance, now sounding like thest gasp of a


    spent force.