Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 383

Forced into a corner, Kemp finally mustered the nerve to speak up. "Look, I've got a beef with Galen.

The guy's been pulling strings for his own gain, sitting on his hands, and keeping the shareholders in

the dark while he lines his pockets. How else could he afford to snap up a whole block of Oldtown

Avenue in Silverdale City?"

He was all-in, throwing down a convincing questioning.

Everyone around the table was holding their breath, stealing glances at my dad.

Kemp's words continued to hit home. "Now he's stonewalling the launch of VitaGlow Capsules, leading

Mr. Richardson astray. As a manager at VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals, he's just feathering his own nest..."

Kemp's tirade grew impassioned as he listed my dad's alleged misdeeds, each point a spear aimed at

the reality of the Oldtown Avenue deal.

Emmett couldn't take it anymore and cut him off. "Kemp, you're making mountains out of molehills.

What's Oldtown Avenue got to do with VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals?"

"What's it got to do? Who bought Oldtown Avenue if not Galen?" Kemp shot back.

"You're just green with envy and can't stand to see someone else doing well!" Emmett retorted without

a care for appearances.

Kemp slammed his hand on the table, pointing right at my dad, "Ask him if it's related. Where did the

money for Oldtown Avenue come from?"

All eyes turned to my dad again. The looks were varied—some eager for a spectacle, others red-eyed

with jealousy, hoping to use this opportunity to cut my dad down. Some were genuinely curious about

where the money came from, and of course, there were those who were genuinely worried for my dad.

Claud spoke up with a mocking tone, "Mr. Wilburn, as a fellow shareholder, your financial extravagance

is quite something! Come on, tell us, is there a connection?"

The room held its breath, waiting for my dad's response. Kemp was smug, as though he had already

thrown my dad to the wolves and was simply waiting to reap his victory feast.

My dad shifted in his seat, lowered his eyes in contemplation, and the room fell into an oppressive

silence.

Then, with a resolve that seemed to come from within, he simply said, "Yes."

At that single admission, the conference room erupted in murmurs, and those who had been rallying

behind Kemp seemed to come alive, ready for the attack.

Kemp, relishing his apparent victory, leaned back with a triumphant laugh, "Ha! Mr. Wilburn, I admire

your guts! Now, that's being accountable. I actually respect you for that!"

Then he turned to Bennett, with an air of inevitability, "Mr. Richardson, perhaps you're not aware. It's

him, Galen, who's been diverting significant funds from the majority shareholder for his personal use.

That's how he got his hands on Oldtown Avenue! Isn't this self-dealing?"

Now, every shareholder seemed united in their animosity.

Kemp, nodding his head with ostentatious pride, declared, "The annual funds from the major

shareholder have always been managed by him alone. As for where it goes... Perhaps Mr. Richardson Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

could bring this mysterious benefactor forward to meet with us. Otherwise, where did all this money

go? We need a proper accounting."

Bennett smiled slightly, oozing confidence, "Indeed, a thorough explanation is due!"

I had never seen my dad under such a barrage of questioning before. I felt both angry and sad for him.

With a calm gesture, my dad signaled his secretary, who promptly distributed a set of documents to

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The only sound was the flipping of pages.

But the more I read, the faster my heart raced. This document...