Chapter: 563

The secretary nodded, her footsteps hastening as she departed.

Yet, moments later, she returned, her expression one of deep distress.

“Mr. Blakely, the HR department just informed me you're no longer the majority shareholder of Goldwald Company. The new major shareholder has overturned your decision to dismiss Bethany."

"Jonathan Bates!" Ryan slammed his fist on the desk. "Fine, let's see about that!"

His secretary had never witnessed such an outburst from him. Known for his cheerful demeanor, Ryan rarely displayed any hint of severity, which understandably left the secretary somewhat unnerved.

“What should we do now?"

"Contact all remaining shareholders of Goldwald Company immediately. Tell them I'll double any offer they receive for their shares. Just wait and see."

"Understood. I'll start contacting them right away."

Once the secretary had exited, Ryan logged into the company's backend system and marshaled all the funds he could.

While Jonathan might have had more assets overall, Ryan was confident in his advantage in terms of liquidity.

His investment strategy had been conservative, focusing primarily on retaining Goldwald Company for its profitability. His wealth was largely in liquid assets, giving him access to a ready cash flow.

Now, the race was on to see who could first acquire more than 50% of Goldwald Company's shares and thereby gain control of the company.

Over in East Shade Bay, nightfall had enveloped the area in darkness, prompting Jonathan to switch on all the house Lights.

With a child at home, he couldn't prioritize his usual preference for tranquility; he had to ensure the environment was bright and safe for the child.

After wrapping up two video conferences, Jonathan decided to postpone the next one. He stood up, walked over to the bedroom door, and knocked. "Rowan, what would you like for dinner? It's time to eat."

Rowan's voice called out from inside the room. "I'm not hungry!"

“Even if you're not hungry, you should eat something. I have an international video conference later and might not have time to check on you."

He then heard the sound of slippers dragging across the floor.

A moment later, the door cracked open to reveal Rowan's tousled head.

"I want KFC."

“That's hardly nutritious. Tell me what you'd like, and I'll make it for you."

"You can cook?" Rowan's tone was laced with doubt.

"Absolutely."

"Then I want..." Rowan declared, tossing out the names of the dishes more as a challenge than a request.