The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 860

What on earth was he bickering with her about?

He gently pinched between his eyebrows, casting aside the mess of thoughts in his head, his handsome face gradually relaxing.

"I get it. Don't worry. Are you saying we can't divorce for the time being? Fine, now that you've met my grandma, we can't just call off our marriage willy-nilly. I can wait till your shareholders' meeting at the end of the year."

Would he be worried about the tiny share she held after the divorce?

Humph...

If it weren't for the agreement she made him sign when he was drunk, which stated that she would get half of his share in the Dailey Corporation before their divorce, he wouldn't give a damn about her little share.

Just a 20 percent share, and in the end, she would have to give him 10 percent? Would he care about the shares she held?

"Even if you want a divorce, I won't agree," Yulia said, "I'm already at a disadvantage. I won't let myself become more disadvantaged."

Was he implying that he wanted to play games with her to the end?

Thinking about what Chloe said today, he laughed again, bending down to pour himself another glass of water, and casually started drinking.

Yes, playing games was one of a woman's specialties.

"So, what's the point of you telling me all this today?"

Yulia paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and said softly,

"Thank you for not bringing up the divorce for now; it eases some of my stress. But... at the shareholders' meeting at the end of the year, my shares will still be suppressed. The only two solutions I can think of right now are either to buy up the scattered shares in the company or to disperse the shares held by others. The latter is unlikely, so I'm thinking about the former. But... Ronald Shaw seems to be buying up shares too, so I want to ask you..."

Yulia's words were punctuated many times, full of build-up, but when it came to the most critical point, she still couldn't spit it out. Asking for help was the hardest thing for her to do. Even when she was at a dead end, she only set a trap for Nathan.

A faint smile hung on his face. "So you want me to participate in your company's stock buyout?"

Yulia didn't say anything, but her expression said it all.

"How many scattered shares does the company have? If Ronald is buying, would he leave any opportunities for others? It's too late for me to make a move now."

Yulia's eyebrows furrowed a bit.

Nathan looked at her for a while, then said, "But you don't have to worry, Ronald is doing this just to attract you back to him. He still has feelings for you, and most importantly, he feels guilty about you right now. This is the best opportunity."

Yulia lowered her head, looking straight at Nathan on the phone screen, her voice turning cold.

"What are you trying to say? I don't quite understand."

"Isn't this your natural advantage as a woman? Just sweet-talk him a bit, give him some more attention, and he'll fulfill any request you have, don’t you agree?"

Yulia's face turned pale.

This world had no tolerance for fools. Nathan's words were so clear that if she still didn't understand, she truly was an idiot. He was suggesting she went after Ronald.

His words were no longer even subtle. He was practically telling her directly how to approach Ronald.

Even though autumn had just begun, Yulia suddenly felt as if she had stepped into deep winter, naked and exposed.

A deep, pleasant voice came from the other end of the phone. Although the tone was flat, there was a hint of surprise.

Yulia's eyes flickered, then she responded, "Mm, it's me..."

After hanging up the phone, Nathan got up, paced around in frustration, then picked up his phone and left.

He was going mad. Why should he even care about her business!

...

Chloe, who was planning to take a nap, couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did.

Damon just watched her toss and turn, and when she rolled to the edge of the bed, he pulled her into his arms.

A familiar cool fragrance immediately surrounded her. Chloe looked up at him, her face showing extreme nervousness and anxiety, and two faint lines of worry appeared between her smooth eyebrows.

Damon's eyes roamed her face. He stretched out his finger, gently stroked her eyebrows, smoothed out the wrinkles between them, then a low voice sounded above her head.

"What are you thinking about? You're so restless."

Chloe's hand instinctively clutched at his shirt, "Your mom, what kind of girl does she like? Is she easy to get along with? Is she very strict? What does she like? What does she dislike..."

The more she spoke, the less confident she felt.

If the first impression wasn’t good, things could get difficult in the future.