Chapter: 432
“Dustin, something’s happened at Harmon Pharmaceuticals. You’ve gotta get over here right now.”
“Something’s happened? What is it?” Dustin asked curiously.
“A bunch of people suddenly showed up and demanded that we partner with them for the production of Immortunol,”
“Is that so? Where’s your sister? I’ll leave the decision up to her.”
“She went to Millsburg last night and won’t be back so soon. In any case, she was the one who told me to call you, saying that you had the last say.”
“Alright, then. I’ll be right there.” Dustin hung up and drove to Harmon Pharmaceuticals. When he arrived. twenty minutes later and strode into the conference room, he saw some people already seated inside. Jessica, Quentin, Ruth, and Mr. Wangley sat on the left, while a distinguished man was on the right.
“Dustin, you’re finally here. Have a seat, quick.” Ruth stood up and gestured for him to sit. The others looked at. him coolly.
“What’s going on here?” Dustin glanced around curiously.
“I have a question for you,” Jessica said.
“I heard Natasha gave you 50 percent of the shares for Immortunol. Is that true?”
“Yeah,” Dustin nodded.
“Glad to hear that. Now, hand the shares over,” she said coolly.
“What? Why?” Dustin was taken aback.
“Because you don’t deserve them.” Jessica didn’t mince her words. ‘The Harmon family handles everything from the production, sales, and marketing for Immortunol. You don’t contribute anything to this process–why should you deserve 50 percent of the profits? Don’t you think you’re being a little too greedy?”
“Mrs. Harmon, there must be a misunderstanding somewhere. Ms. Harmon was the one who decided that the shares.”
Jessica cut him off with a wave of her hand.
“That’s enough! I don’t want to hear it. Hand the shares over if you know what’s good for you; at least you’ll be able to walk out of this unscathed.”
“Does Ms. Harmon know about this?” Dustin narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew what was going on now- they’d obviously tricked him here to snatch the ownership of the shares away from him.
“It doesn’t matter whether she knows. This has to do with our family’s interests; her word isn’t the only one that matters. Rest assured that we’ll compensate you handsomely for this. We’re willing to pay you 50 million dollars if you hand over the shares.” Jessica looked like she was talking about something inconsequential.
“Hey, just hand them over when we tell you to and stop fucking around!” Quentin said impatiently.
“What if I refuse?” Dustin’s expression became icy.
“Then you won’t leave this room today!” Quentin slammed a hand on the table. The next second, a group of security guards barged into the room, circling Dustin with menacing looks.
“What, are you gonna resort to physical violence?” A cold smile curved Dustin’s lips at the sight of the security guards surrounding him. He’d always been the type who was open to persuasion, not coercion. Perhaps he would’ve given in to them if they’d talked to him nicely, but if they wanted to opt for physical violence he didn’t mind teaching them a lesson or two, well,
“So what if I am? Don’t think too highly of yourself, you brat!” Quentin snarled. He’d always harbored a grudge against Dustin for humiliating him at their first meeting. If not for Natasha keeping him in check, he would’ve exacted revenge on Dustin ages ago. Now that Natasha wasn’t around, it was his chance to get payback!
“Quentin, don’t take things too far!” Ruth couldn’t stand it anymore.