Under Frank's arrangement, the reorganized Thorn Group held a shareholders' meeting.
The heavy conference room door was pushed open, and more than a dozen small shareholders filed in.
In the luxurious conference room on the top floor of Thorne Group’s headquarters, the expensive walnut table was shining brightly, but it also reflected the mixed feelings of relief and uneasiness on the faces of small shareholders.
They chirped, and their voices echoed in the empty space, like sparrows that were frightened and then gathered together.
"Oh my God! Our stock price actually rebounded to $5 today? It's a miracle!" A bald, fat man wiped his sweat. "Who would have thought that we were almost bankrupt and liquidated a few days ago? This buyer is really a thundering method!"
"Forget five bucks! As long as the stock price doesn't go back to zero and I can get some of my retirement money back, I'll be thankful!" A white-haired old shareholder nearby leaned on a cane. "But... who is this savior? Even the vultures on Wall Street can't be that powerful, right?"
"Vulture?" A shrewd, middle-aged shareholder wearing gold-rimmed glasses lowered his voice with a hint of mystery. "I asked someone to get some information, and this capital operation... is closely related to Chicago! The method is too aggressive, and it doesn't resemble the careful and calculating style of the masters on Wall Street at all..."
"Chicago?!" another shareholder exclaimed, then immediately covered his mouth and glanced warily at the tightly closed door of the office of the former chairman Thorne. "That's impossible... Mr. Thorne offended Chicago..." He didn't dare to finish his words, but everyone understood his meaning.
"Who cares who he is!" A shareholder in a fancy suit, clearly more focused on results, waved his hand. "As long as he can stabilize this wreck of the Thorne Group and prevent my shares from becoming worthless, he's an angel sent by God! I've inquired about the restructuring plan presented by the agent. Although Mr. Thorne... alas, has lost everything, he still has some conscience for us small shareholders... As long as the new owner is willing to inject capital to revitalize the company, it may not be a bad idea."
"That's easy to say! 'Conscientious'?" the shrewd middle-aged shareholder sneered. "Didn't you carefully read the final agreement on equity transfer and asset bundling? They've practically devoured Mr. Thorne, skin and bones! Even vultures wouldn't be that ruthless!"
In the conference room, small shareholders were discussing one after another in a lively and noisy manner.
"What do you think...will the new big boss come in person?" "You're kidding! Someone of that caliber is probably just pulling all the strings behind the scenes. Sending a full-fledged representative is probably the best they can do!"
"That's right...but this will definitely be a big event..."
"I heard that only Mr. Thorne and we were notified to be present, and the media weren't allowed in?"
"Nonsense! How many secrets are involved in such a big move? Can we let the media watch the fun?"
Amidst this depressing and suspicious atmosphere - "Ding!" the crisp ring of the elevator arriving at the top floor made the entire conference room fall silent in an instant.
All eyes were directed towards the heavy door of the conference room.
The door of Thorne's office opened almost at the sound of the elevator, and he walked out.
For Thorne, he has been relegated to the position of a small shareholder, but as long as the group does not go bankrupt and liquidate, the Thorne family bloodline will still have a glimmer of hope attached to the wreckage of this behemoth.
Now, he urgently needs to meet the "benefactor" who saved the Thorne Group to express his gratitude, and more importantly, beg the other party to retain his position, even if it is just a symbolic consultant title.
He subconsciously adjusted his already askew tie and walked heavily to the front of the conference table, next to the chairman's seat that originally belonged to him.
Time passed second by second, each second feeling incredibly long. There was no movement behind the door, but the silent pressure was like an icy tide, rising and drowning everyone's nerves.
finally--
“Click.”
With a slight sound, the walnut door of the conference room, which symbolized supreme power, was slowly pushed open from the outside.
The first thing that came into view was Alfred's face, cold and precise, like a marble sculpture.
He was dressed in a meticulously crafted dark suit, his footsteps silent yet powerful. He came in without a word, simply standing by the door, bowing slightly, his arm extended in a precise, guided gesture, his gaze respectfully cast towards the door.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of shiny, top-quality black handmade leather shoes stepped onto the expensive carpet in the conference room.
Then, everyone saw the face they had seen countless times on Chicago news headlines—a face with features as hard as a knife, deep and cold eyes, and a faint smile hanging at the corners of his mouth.
Surprisingly! It's Ribs!
“Hum—”
The buzzing in Thorne's mind exploded instantly.
The flattering words and humble plans to protect his family that he was planning a second ago were now crushed deep in his throat.
The one who bought Thorn Group...wasn't a savior at all, but Reeves...it fell into Reeves' hands...
Thorne's body shook violently and he almost lost his balance. He hurriedly supported himself on the edge of the heavy conference table with his hands.
The blood drained away from his face in an instant, turning it as pale as paper, and the light of hope in his eyes was like burnt ashes.
The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence. You could hear a pin drop.
The shareholders froze in their tracks, not even daring to breathe. No one dared to believe their eyes! This new boss, this "savior" who had swallowed up the last of the Thorn Empire, was actually... that evil star from Chicago?!
Reeves's gaze was like an icicle, pinpointing Thorne's face, admiring the other's expression of collapse, as if the world were about to end.
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