Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 388

Although the old man had framed his proposal in a way that seemed to prioritize the relatives' interests, they were not naive enough to miss his true intentions.

If they sold their shares and Aiden bought them all, it would only grant him absolute control over their stake.

They had come here to shake his position, yet now, the old man had cunningly turned the situation around, making it seem as if they were the ones handing over more power instead.

It wasn't just a minor setback —it was a CHECKMATE!

Morgan tapped his cane against the floor.

"Well? What are you all waiting for?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Didn't you come here prepared to sell?"

His words only made it painfully clear that, since the very beginning, the old man had seen through their ploy.

He had merely played along, indulging them just enough to corner them completely, cutting off every escape route.

How had they not realized?

Silence filled the room.

No one spoke. They had no words.

But even so, they couldn't simply accept this outcome.

The shares of Winslow Global weren't just ordinary assets —they were their safety net, their lifelong assurance that they would never lack anything in this world.

How could they bear to give up something that guaranteed their wealth, status and power?

Hesitation flickered across their faces.

"Uncle, we don't think —"

Before they could voice out their refusal, a sharp tap of the wooden cane silenced them.

As they looked, the shift in Morgan's demeanor became unmistakable.

The amusement which had been in his eyes seconds ago vanished, replaced by an icy sharpness that sent chills.

His gaze swept over everyone, freezing them in their spots while his words came to hit each one of their consciousness.

"You all claimed to be concerned about your future —I understood that."

His voice was calm, yet it carried a weight that made their breath hitch.

"You said you feared having nothing left for your children —I understood that, too."

His fingers slowly drummed against the handle of his cane; the sound eerily rhythmic.

"You wanted to sell your shares during a time of crisis, knowing full well what it could do to the company —and I still agreed."

His eyes darkened, the air of the room growing heavier.

"But now, after all that, you hesitate?" His voice dropped, dangerously low. "Now that I have given you exactly what you asked for, you dare to second-guess your words?"

No one dared to answer.

The cold edge in his tone sent a clear warning —one that made their hands clench involuntarily at their sides.

"Since you all have already decided to sell it before, there is no need to ponder over it more and grow hesitant," he said, and at his words, the relatives glanced up. "Aiden had truly been reckless this time. He made not just the company suffer, but also put you in a difficult spot. It's fine, I can understand your difficulty. As long as you sell your shares to him, I won't blame you people. After all, we all have right to think about our family first." _{freēwēbnovel.com}

They are going to get stripped of their rights in the company, and they wouldn't be able to refuse it.

The relatives felt trapped. They didn't know they should react anymore. But even so, they didn't know what they should do. Not like they were left with any choice anymore.

Now, as long as someone comes to get their signatures, they would have to sign their names down.

Or else, they all will be exposed as traitors.

In the end, they realized it was a big mistake. If only they hadn't come here, none of this would have happened. Coming to meet the old man was the biggest mistake they committed in their lifetime.

They all regretted it. But there was nothing they could do now.

William escorted everyone out politely. Only when they were out the estate, he came back inside.

"They all left?" Morgan asked as he saw him walking inside.

Nodding, William replied. "Their cars have already driven away from the estate."

He hesitated for a moment, looking as if something was on his mind. After a brief pause, he asked, "Sir, do you think they will agree to sell their shares to young master? What if they find an excuse to refuse it?"

The possibility couldn't be ruled out.

And Morgan knew this as well. His gaze turned sharp as he stared at the empty space ahead of him.

"They could refuse easily," he said, his voice deep, "which is why we need to act before they even get the chance."

He then gestured towards the phone. "Connect the call."