Chapter 134
Seoul, Korea
Lilac Suite
Will sat there, looking impassive.
The Board of Directors demanded a video conference so they could see him instead of a telephone conference.
They felt disrespected that he refused to see them face to face, in a matter of speaking. They felt entitled to more than William Lee was giving them.
It was a mistake they would regret in the end.
When they saw William Lee on screen, they were confused.
In the tabloid pictures from South Korea, they saw he had white blond hair and navy roots, that they expected. But he looked different than the man that was in pictures from Singapore prior to him running off.
That was when they realized the truth.
William Lee had been using doubles without their knowledge.
The antics, the playboy behavior, the recklessness, the scandals in varying degrees of seriousness, and the stalkers…
None of it was him or of his doing.
What little they had to use against William Lee was useless because he wasn’t the spoiled, billionaire playboy he masterfully had the world believing he was.
Now, the Board of Directors were scrambling to find something to use, so they were demanding answers, more so than they were before, but the questions William Lee had yet to hear.
Will assumed their problem was Lula Yasuhiro being an active participant in his life again. And that he could understand their irritation over because with one word from her full lips, their jobs would be no more.
There was nothing Will wouldn’t do for her.
William Lee wasn’t a fool, and had ultimate control of Rising Moon Technologies for a reason. He held controlling stock which none of the board members had, and it scared them that without question Will would turn that over to Lula Yasuhiro if she only asked for it, and the Board of Directors knew it.
“Chairman, we feel that-”
“Rising Moon Technologies stocks have gone up 25% in only four days,” Will interrupted. “I am more than certain that is because of my acquisition of Patra Defense Industries. There had to be a reason as to why Rising Moon acquired it, and investors want to get in on that before stocks skyrocket any more than they already have.”
“Yes, but-”
“The government contracts Patra had will be reevaluated,” Will continued, uninterested in hearing whatever they wanted to say or argue about. “They have already been reaching out and are more than eager to discuss renegotiating the contracts. From what I have seen, there are only a few salvageable projects and a handful of staff that warrant contemplation of continuing with.”
“Yes, but you didn’t-”
“I’ve already recouped the cost of acquiring Patra with the increase of Patra and Rising Moon’s stock prices. In less than twenty-four hours I made over six-hundred million dollars, American,” Will said. “Which the Board gets stock dividend of quarterly since you cannot invest or purchase the stocks yourself.”
“About that,” they started.
Will cocked an eyebrow. “I would never allow the Board to have a controlling vote that could possibly trump mine. Do you honestly think I don’t know what it is my inept Board of Directors do behind closed doors?” he rhetorically asked. “You were warned before you signed your contracts that I will keep a very, very close eye on all of you. I’m a paranoid hacker,” he reminded them. “I know all of your dirty little secrets, those of your children, partners, lovers, mistresses, and even grandchildren.”
Their eyes widened.
“I know where each and every share of Rising Moon Technologies goes, who owns it, and their ties to Rising Moon,” Will reminded them. “You all are on notice,” he said pointblank. “Bug me while I’m working remotely again, and I’ll cull the Board. Do you understand?” he rhetorically asked before disconnecting the call.
Dae-Ho chuckled; he was hanging out with Will today to keep him out of trouble for Lula. “Was pissing them off smart?”
Will closed his laptop. “Not really. They’ll go even further to dethrone me, as Luci calls it, but I’ll see it coming. They aren’t smart enough to beat me. Bored yet with your babysitting duty?” he asked.
Dae-Ho shook his head. “No. Did you want to get out of here and go for an outing? I need to go to the market since my cousin literally ate everything in the suite. There’s not even dry noodles left.”
“That’s impressive.”
“Cousin’s freakishly impressive appetite has always scared me,” Dae-Ho said. “And there were no leftovers because Kita ate everything she didn’t. Ugh! He’s getting fat.”
Will chuckled. “Yeah, no. Kita’s freakishly defined muscular body is less than 7% body fat. Impressive that he can keep it off with her cooking though… Damn it. Now I want some of Rain’s amazing bibimbap,” he groaned. “Grocery shopping it is! Lula will kill me for leaving, but I need a break and I really want some bibimbap now,” Will said, pulling an oversized slouch beanie on to hide his hair. “As long as we have the goons she bosses around with us, we should be fine.”
That, Dae-Ho knew would happen, but Will was starting to get more and more stressed because of the demands from his Board of Directors. Being a boss wasn’t something William Lee wanted to be, it was a part he didn’t like or have any interest in playing, but it was a necessary evil. Dae-Ho could understand his irritation; the Board never actually voiced any concerns or formulated a question. They just repeated tabloid scandals of the past, none of which he was actually involved with, and Dae-Ho could tell they knew that.
They were the antics of his doubles.
And once the Board figured that out, it left them with very little to complain about and use against him, and it left them scrambling.
Dae-Ho was very good at reading people and between the lines, and he saw it for what it was.
A witch hunt.
“Worst case,” Dae-Ho said, stealing Will’s attention, “buy yourself out of your shares and give them to Lula. Wouldn’t that piss them off?” he asked with a chuckle.
Will smiled wide. “Yes, yes it would,” he agreed.
Why hadn’t he thought of that?!
“Let me grab my sunglasses,” Will said when his phone started beeping in warning. “Sh*t!” he hissed, hurrying to his laptop and started typing in a rush.
“What is it?” Dae-Ho asked, panicked. “Is it Rain?!”
Will shook his head. “No, Kita,” he said. “They’ve found him.”
“The Russians?!”
“No, worse,” Will said, terminating multiple connections remotely.
“What’s worse than a stalker arsonist and Russian hit squad?” Dae-Ho asked, giving Will a look. “Who found him?”
Will shook his head. “The Devil,” he mumbled.
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