Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 385

As the last 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 claim I concocted? Which penny was unlawfully

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

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

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 this company? 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 would last long in your hands? The thought is laughable!"

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.

At last, he pointed at my dad and roared, "Galen, you sly fox, just wait. If there's a loophole, I'll find it!" NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

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

scowl, ready to slink away with his boss.

Bennett, who had been silent all this while, finally spoke. "Kemp, since we've laid 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 Bennett

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

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Bennett, calm and composed, 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 the last gasp of a

spent force.