Chapter 626 Do I Qualify to Sit Here?
How the heck was this even possible? Was Nathaniel still kickin'?
Nathaniel caught the quick flash of shock on Stanley's face.
Stanley's eyes narrowed, zeroing in on him.
Nathaniel wasn't dead, that explained everything.
All this news, every bit of it, was Nathaniel's handiwork.
When Terry saw Nathaniel, his face lit up with surprise too.
Stanley had said Nathaniel wouldn't make it back from Fluvoria, and Terry thought he had bit the dust in the casino. He never expected him to just pop up here outta nowhere.
He had checked if Nathaniel had come back these past few days, and the results were always a big fat no.
Right now, his appearance was like a bomb going off in Terry and Stanley's ears.
Terry managed to keep his cool, while Stanley's calm face was now completely replaced by rage.
Well played, Nathaniel.
Nathaniel had gathered so much dirt, he hadn't been slacking off this past year. He must've been playing the fool while secretly plotting all this.
Stanley clenched his fists.
In the end, he had been too soft. He should've let him rot in prison; it would've been better than having him come out and challenge him.
But even with all this evidence, so what?
Nathaniel had no power; Stanley could squash him like a bug.
With a cold snort, Stanley looked at Nathaniel with disdain, "What are you doing here? Think you belong here?"
"Isn't this a shareholders' meeting? Why can't I be here?" Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, pulling a chair from the side and plopping down.
Stanley kicked the chair away, his eyes growing colder, "Yeah, it's a shareholders' meeting. You get that? Are you a shareholder? If not, get lost!"
Stanley pointed to the door.
Nathaniel ignored the kicked chair, pulled Stanley's chair behind him, and calmly sat down, "Why should I?"
Stanley looked at his cocky posture, daring to take his chair. This was outrageous!
"Because you don't have any shares, you got no right to be at the shareholders' meeting. Need me to spell it out for you? Did you get knocked stupid in Fluvoria for that woman?" Stanley was fuming, scolding coldly.
The angrier Stanley got, the calmer Nathaniel became. He sat there like he owned the place.
"So, as long as I have shares, I can sit here." Nathaniel grinned.
Stanley spun Nathaniel and the chair around, bent down, and gripped the armrests, glaring at Nathaniel. "Right! Do you have any? No! So do you deserve to sit here?"
Stanley was dead sure Nathaniel had no shares because he would never let him get any, neither would Terry..
So, Stanley was totally sure Nathaniel had no shares!
Without shares, how could he crash the shareholders' meeting?
"Call security and toss him out." Stanley shot Nathaniel another glare, lowering his voice. "Just wait, I'll deal with you later."
Security was called in a flash.
Stanley waved his hand, signaling the guards to take him away.
Terry stayed quiet the whole time, silently backing Stanley's move against Nathaniel.
Just as the security was about to act, Nathaniel spoke up, "You might wanna check if I have shares."
Stanley's brow furrowed, a bad feeling creeping in, but he quickly brushed it off. No way, right?
They wouldn't have given him shares, and he didn't have the cash to buy any. How could he have shares in his name?
He had to be bluffing.
"What are you waiting for? Drag him out," Stanley ordered again.
Terry's secretary was sharp. With just a look from Terry, she knew what to do and quickly went to check if Nathaniel had shares in Kensington Group.
The result floored her.
He did, and not just a little.
He had more than Stanley!
The secretary rushed back to Terry, whispering in his ear.
Terry's face changed instantly, looking back at the secretary.
She nodded again, confirming, "Absolutely true!"
Terry looked at Nathaniel, who was sitting there, their gazes locking, "I really underestimated you."
"Dad?" Stanley, hearing Terry's words, was confused and started to panic.
Terry's face was stern, raising his hand to stop Stanley from speaking further, then waving his hand to signal the security to leave.
"What do you mean?" Stanley's jaw clenched, his heart racing for an answer.
"He does have shares," Terry said.
"Impossible!" Stanley couldn't believe it.
Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, silently listening to their exchange.
Though he didn't want to believe it, seeing Terry's expression, Stanley knew it was true. Nathaniel really had shares.
"How many shares does he have?" Stanley suddenly looked at Terry's secretary.
The secretary shivered, "He has eighteen percent..."
"How many?" Stanley was shocked.
"Eighteen percent!" The secretary repeated.
"What!" Stanley's jaw nearly hit the floor, his face unable to stay calm.
Nathaniel had eighteen percent of the shares!
How was this even possible?
"Where'd you steal them from?" Stanley shouted.
Stanley glared at Nathaniel, his eyes blazing with fury.
He only had fifteen percent of the shares, and Nathaniel had eighteen percent!
Where did he get the money? Did he steal or rob?
"Do I have the right to sit here now?" Nathaniel finally spoke again, under everyone's shocked gaze.
His eyes swept over everyone's faces, finally landing on Stanley's.
Stanley's jaw was clenched so tight it might break, but he couldn't say a word.
"Looks like I do." Nathaniel coldly curled his lips, his tone indifferent, but his presence was strong.
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