Chapter 97: Transfer of 20% shares to you

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Chapter 97: Transfer of 20% shares to you "Wasn’t it said that Mrs. Luther was some unsophisticated country girl?" "Putting her looks aside, that aura of hers is something even most women in the capital can’t match." "Now I understand why President Luther paid no attention to Sandra—there’s simply no comparison." ... " I finally get why Sinclair suddenly settled down," Calvin gazed in Camilla’s direction, his face openly awestruck. "With beauty like that, few men could resist. If it were me..." Before he could finish, the icy glare from the man beside him cut him short. Sensing danger, Calvin immediately wiped the smirk off his face. Fine, not even a joke was allowed.. Taylor’s lips curled slightly before he turned his gaze toward Sandra. Noticing the envy burning in her eyes, his faint smile twisted into quiet mockery. Meanwhile, at the back of the crowd... She really was something else. Much better than that foolish Sandra. Tyler thought of Camilla nestled in Sinclair’s arms, her delicate face streaked with tears, and then recalled the cold, disdainful look she had given him. His eyes darkened with a twisted, venomous glint. It wouldn’t be long before he took everything from Sinclair. Including this woman. And when that time came, he would make sure to teach her a proper lesson. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Sinclair set down his wine glass and strode toward Camilla with effortless grace. His expression was icy, his presence overwhelming. People instinctively stepped aside, clearing a path for him. Just as Camilla descended the final step, a strong, elegant arm wrapped around her waist. "Darling, watch your step—it’s slippery." The noble, aloof man gazed down at the woman in his arms, his eyes softening with warmth. Though his voice remained deep and slightly rough, the tenderness in it was unmistakable. Slippery? Camilla glanced at the handwoven Italian carpet beneath her feet, a flicker of amusement crossing her beautiful eyes. Well, if Sweetheart, said it was slippery, then slippery it was. "Thank you, darling." Sinclair didn’t respond, but the corners of his lips curled into a more pronounced smile as he tightened his arm around Camilla’s slender waist. The man exuded an air of aristocratic aloofness, while the woman radiated breathtaking beauty. In both appearance and temperament, they complemented each other perfectly—as if destiny had always intended them to stand side by side in inseparable intimacy. Yet this very sight pierced Sandra’s heart like a dagger. She had envisioned this exact scene, this precise moment countless times over the years. The venom in her gaze now threatened to spill over, her carefully maintained composure crumbling at the edges. On the stage, Grandpa Luther suppressed a smirk, grumbling inwardly: "Brat’s acting like a lovesick fool. Couldn’t even bother to help your own grandfather down the stairs, could you?" But his irritation faded when he remembered the woman who’d reduced his proud grandson to this besotted state was none other than the granddaughter-in-law he’d personally chosen. Grandpa Luther not only instantly let go of his worries, but also felt a subtle sense of accomplishment, the smile on his face deepening. While he had moved on, the others remained frozen in place, their faces still etched with shock. The gentle man now affectionately calling his wife was the same ruthless, domineering CEO who had just been glaring at them moments ago. Was this really the same person?! "Everyone in this banquet hall knows she’s Sinclair’s wife," Calvin drawled, his devilishly handsome face twisting into an exaggerated expression of exasperation. "What’s the point of all this?" Who would dare steal her? Who even could? "It seems," Taylor remarked calmly, his expression unreadable, "we shouldn’t underestimate how much marriage can change a person." Marriage? Calvin narrowed his peach-blossom eyes, his face the picture of indifference. Good thing he had no interest in it. "Camilla," Grandpa Luther gazed at Camilla with grandfatherly affection. "Come over here and greet everyone." The warmth in his voice spoke volumes about how dearly he cherished this granddaughter-in-law. "Of course." Understanding his thoughtful intentions, Camilla responded with a sweet smile. After exchanging a glance with the man beside her, she stepped gracefully toward the microphone, her movements poised and elegant. "Hello everyone, I’m Camilla Rodriguez," Her voice carried across the room as she addressed the guests below, her expression radiating grace and composure. "Thank you all for joining us to celebrate Grandpa’s birthday." As she spoke, she raised her glass with effortless confidence. Though she stood merely at the center of the stage, her presence commanded the room as if she were at its pinnacle. The guests mirrored her gesture, lifting their glasses in cheerful unison. Sinclair remained where he stood, his dark, fathomless eyes fixed solely on Camilla from start to finish. A faint smile played at the corners of his lips. After the toast concluded, Camilla gave a slight nod and was about to step back, leaving the stage to Grandpa Luther alone. "Camilla, wait a moment," Grandpa Luther called out to stop her, then turned his gaze to the assembled guests. "There’s one more thing I need to announce publicly." Was the matter Grandpa Luther was about to announce also related to her? Camilla tilted her head slightly toward Sinclair, her eyes filled with silent inquiry. Sinclair pressed his lips together and shook his head almost imperceptibly. His grandfather never consulted him beforehand about his plans. And neither did he. Down below, the guests, observing Grandpa Luther’s solemn demeanor, began whispering among themselves, speculating. "Uncle Carlos," Grandpa Luther spoke slowly. "Bring it here." Uncle Carlos nodded, and immediately, someone stepped forward with a document that resembled a contract. What was this? Standing at a distance, Camilla couldn’t quite make out the contents of the document, her bewilderment deepening in her eyes. Sinclair, however, seemed to have guessed something, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. Beside him, Jonathan and Margaret exchanged glances, both frowning in unison. "Starting today," Grandpa Luther announced with a smile, placing the document in Camilla’s hands, "I will transfer twenty percent of my shares in the Luther Corporation to Camilla." "This is the share transfer agreement." "Once you sign it, you’ll become one of the largest shareholders of the Luther Corporation." Twenty percent of Luther Corporation’s shares?! The moment those words were spoken, everyone except Sinclair froze in stunned silence.. The Luther Corporation’s assets were worth at least hundreds of billions. Twenty percent of that would amount to an astronomical sum in RMB. Like a stone thrown into still water, the banquet hall erupted in murmurs as the guests processed the news. "Is Grandpa Luther handing over nearly half of the Luther Family to his daughter-in-law?" "This... this is unbelievable!" "Miss Rodriguez may have married into the Luther Family, but she’s still an outsider by name. How could she break tradition and suddenly become one of the largest shareholders of the Luther Corporation?!" ... How long has this little bitch even been here? Grandpa Luther actually gave her twenty percent of the Luther Corporation’s shares?! Sandra stared at Camilla on the stage, her eyes burning with unconcealed jealousy. Originally, she just wanted to humiliate Camilla and make her unworthy of being the Luther Family’s madam. But now, murderous intent has taken root in her heart. Meanwhile... Jonathan and Margaret’s expressions darkened to the extreme. "Father, have you lost your mind?" Jonathan’s brows knitted tightly. "Or did Sinclair force you into this? " He couldn’t think of any other explanation. Sinclair lifted his gaze to meet Jonathan’s, his strikingly handsome face icy cold. An inexplicable fear gripped Jonathan’s heart, but the thought of those twenty percent shares steeled his resolve as he stubbornly held Grandpa Luther’s gaze.

Chapter 97: Transfer of 20% shares to you

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