Chapter 533 Charles Saves the Day for Patricia
Somehow, Charles managed to connect his laptop to the conference room projector, and the screen soon displayed the desktop. A promotional video for a new microchip began to play, highlighting its features, advantages, and how it set itself apart from existing chips on the market.
"As you can see," Charles began as the video played, "I've tirelessly developed this new type of microchip. It has more features, fixes the shortcomings of previous models, and offers a better user experience."
The shareholders exchanged skeptical glances. Despite not being involved in the day-to-day operations or product development, they had some knowledge of the company's products and strategies. The new chip, as Charles described, was incredibly advanced and seemed to be the most sophisticated on the market.
Watching her son, Patricia was dumbfounded. She hadn't realized the extent of his efforts in developing this chip, and a mix of pride, emotion, and guilt washed over her.
"Did, did you develop this?" Max finally asked after a moment of stunned silence, struggling to comprehend that a child could create such a high-quality chip.
"Is there a problem?" Charles asked with a smirk.
"Do you think we're toddlers?" Max retorted, his words dripping with disdain. "Could a little kid your age even understand how to use a computer, let alone develop a chip?"
"Is it that difficult?" Charles countered.
"Do you think this is some online game?" Max sneered.
Ignoring him, Charles proceeded to astonish the room by pulling up a video feed. It showed a meeting with Martha, Ian, Max, and several shareholders discussing their strategy for distributing Martin's shares.
"In exceptional times, exceptional measures are warranted." Max declared in the video, hinting at their covert plans to secure the shares.
"Just hold your horses," Max said with a cryptic smile in the video. "Just remember, if Ian clinches the CEO spot, don't forget to carve out a fifteen percent share of Martin's fifty-five percent for me."
"You have my word," Martha said in the video. "The agreed-upon fifteen percent share will be yours, down to the last penny."
The faces of the six shareholders who appeared on the video shifted from pale to flushed, especially Max's.
Mr. Langley trembled with fury. "So, that's your game, huh? Do you think you can walk all over the Langley family now that we're down a man? You assumed Patricia, left a widow and a single mother, is an easy target."
Mrs. Langley was seething as well. "Let me tell you something: even if Martin isn't here, we still are. As long as we're breathing, you won't get away with bullying them."
Max was at a loss for words, angrily glaring at Charles. "I didn't expect someone so young to be so underhanded, setting up surveillance to spy on us."
Charles rolled his eyes skyward. "Don't flatter yourself. I have no such peculiar hobby. That's the surveillance from the private room you were in the other day. All hotels and restaurants have cameras – surely you're not unaware of this? I wanted to demonstrate my skills by 'acquiring' the footage from that day."
Max's face flushed with anger. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"
Charles shrugged. "If you don't believe me, I wouldn't mind hacking into your home security system right now to show everyone what's going on inside the Max residence."
Without waiting for Max to respond, Charles gently tapped a few keys on the computer, and the screen transitioned instantly.
This time, it was an indoor scene. On the screen, several housemaids were cleaning.
A middle-aged woman sat on the couch, chatting on the phone.
"When are you coming back? After all these years, haven't you had enough fun? It's time to return."
"What's left for you out there? You're not getting any younger; it's time to settle down."
Nobody could discern what the voice on the other end of the line was saying.
Charles tapped the keyboard twice more, and miraculously, he could hear the voice on the other end of the phone.
"It's a blast here. Why would I go back? Not happening."
A middle-aged woman said, "That Martin guy is gone. His stepmother, Martha, got in touch with your dad. She's offering shares in exchange for support to install her son, Ian, as CEO."
"Why are you telling me this? I couldn't care less."
"Your dad's the largest shareholder after Martin. With her shares, he'd have more than Martin ever did."
The person on the phone snapped, "Look, I have zero interest in the company, so cut it out, please."
The woman insisted calmly, "Your dad plans to con Martha into giving up her shares, then he's going to oust Ian and put you in charge. So, you need to come back ASAP."
There was a moment of stunned silence on the line.
"Put me in charge? As CEO of the Langley Group?"
"Yes. The Langley Group, as the largest shareholder, has always loomed over your dad. Now we finally have the chance; it's time to take the company for ourselves."
The conversation caused an uproar. Every eye in the room fixated on Max.
Startled, Max nearly fell off his chair and scrambled to shut down his computer. Before he could make it, the conference room door swung open, and Martha burst in, grabbing his hair and raining down kicks and punches.
"You cunning little weasel! So, this was the game you were you playing? Dare to deceive me, and you'll get yours."
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