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Emily was acutely aware of the deep rift she had created between herself and her daughter. Although she had secretly given Maya a substantial amount of money, she knew it could never truly make up for her past actions.
Maya's words had struck a chord in Emily's heart. She wasn't interested in half; she wanted all of it.
Despite the Shaw family's engagement gift of 100 million, Emily intended to use the money to acquire the remaining scattered shares.
Lately, Daniel had been living a reckless life. He either comes home drunk or doesn't come home at all.
Given his current state, Emily knew he would never willingly transfer his shares. Daniel is unkind to her, so he shouldn't blame her for being unfair.
With this in mind, she cleverly prepared a stock transfer document and had Daniel sign it during one of his drunken stupors. She then went to the company and affixed the official seal to make it official.
Daniel soon found out about the whole thing. When he confronted Emily, she didn't deny her actions, leading to a heated confrontation between them.
Even though Daniel had signed the document himself, regret would not change the situation.
Overwhelmed with anger and frustration, Daniel fell ill and was hospitalized for two days.
When he woke up, he thought of Sophie and immediately called her.
"Sophie, you have to help me!"
"What's wrong?" Sophie, who had recently found herself with more free time, had focused on her children.
She also knew that Erika and Adrian had recently gotten married. Although she hadn't been there, she had asked someone to send them gifts that could be taken as congratulations.
Although she hadn't followed her father's affairs closely, she had made sure to collect a significant number of shares. With her current holdings of his shares exceeding fifty percent, she was close to sealing the deal.
"Emily crossed the line!" Daniel recounted the events, concluding, "I want a divorce! Then I'll get half the shares!"
Upon hearing Daniel's plea, Sophie felt no sympathy for him; rather, she believed he was getting what he deserved.
"Can you ask Mr. Walton to return some of my shares or negotiate a purchase?" Daniel asked, still not knowing that the shares he had given away were still in Sophie's hands.
Sophie replied, "All right, can you match the market price?"
Daniel was in no position to meet the market price. He didn't have much money on hand, as he had recently squandered a lot of it on reckless spending.
"Sophie, I... I can't raise that much money all at once. Can you negotiate with Mr. Walton to let me pay in installments?" Daniel hoped for some leniency to regain his freedom.
Sophie was well aware of Daniel's intentions and wasn't fooled by his plea. She replied, "I think you know better than I do what kind of person Mr. Walton is. I remember that the old Michaels estate was supposed to be worth a lot of money. Perhaps it could be an alternative to the payment of your debt. Otherwise, you might lose the house altogether."
Whether Sophie said it or not, Daniel had to figure out the rest on his own.
But the house wasn't Daniel's, to begin with. Even though Daniel and Emily had lived there for years, Sophie had plans to reclaim it.
After ending the phone call with Daniel, Sophie immediately got in touch with her representative to inquire about the current situation of the Michaels.
She also requested an investigation into the recipient of the transferred stock. The news soon came. "I haven't confirmed it yet, but the shares are definitely not in the hands of Emily. However, they haven't been fully accounted for. I heard the recipient's last name is Michaels. Could it be Maya?"
"If Maya holds all of Daniel's shares, she will become the second largest shareholder in the company."
The name was a surprise to Sophie. Maya Michaels ... wasn't Maya Emily's niece?
Sophie had always referred to Emily as "Aunt Emily" when she had visited the Michaels family.
Emily had treated her with great kindness, even better than she had treated her own daughter, Erika. To outsiders, Sophie would appear to be Emily's biological daughter.
If Emily had been the one to transfer the shares to Maya, she must have had a plan in place with regard to the divorce. In that case, Daniel would not get half of the property.
Emily wasn't going to give up without a fight, especially now that Erica was married into the Shaw family. The Shaws would undoubtedly support Erica and Erica would undoubtedly side with her mother.
Sophie had originally intended to win Mrs. Michaels back for herself. But now it seemed that not only did she not want the house, she wanted to give it to Emily.
Sophie had a plan, but it would require the cooperation of certain people.
At the time of Sophie's phone call to Hurley, Hurley was in the middle of a meeting. Hurley left the meeting and went out to answer the phone.
In meetings with Mr. Walton, it was a serious offense for his phone to ring. Whether it's a message or a call, it must be silenced before entering the room.
Mr. Walton led by example. He never allowed any distractions during his meetings.
But this time, Mr. Walton actually walked out of the conference room to answer the phone!
As soon as the president left to answer the call, the rumors started again.
"I'll bet you a dollar that's the future president's wife calling. Mr. Walton must be in love!"
"You're behind on the news. I heard from the overseas offices that a woman burst into Mr. Walton's office during the last meeting to discuss marriage."
"Mr. Walton is getting married? That would be quick. I wonder how the young master and young miss will take to their new stepmother?"
The once somber conference room suddenly buzzed with excitement.
When Hurley received the call from Sophie, he wasn't particularly surprised.
Although he generally paid little attention to financial news from smaller companies like Michaels, he kept an eye on them because of Sophie's ownership.
"Hurley, there is something I would like you to cooperate with," Sophie spoke directly.
"Sophie, what can I help you with?" Hurley asked, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.
Leaning against the glass outside the conference room, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular arms, Hurley exuded a handsome charm.
Sophie hesitated for a moment before answering, "Business."
"Official or personal?" Mr. Walton always drew a clear line between public and private matters.
"Does it matter?" Sophie asked.
"It does. For official business, you should come to the firm. For personal matters, you could either invite me to your house or come to mine."
The ambiguity of "personal business" made Sophie uncomfortable. "It's business," she clarified.
"For official business, I'd have to make an appointment with my secretary, but my calendar is pretty full at the moment. You might have to wait about two weeks to see me," Hurley said matter-of-factly.
Sophie sighed inwardly, but Hurley's words were indeed no exaggeration, and his workload had been pushed back even further.
But this was a matter she couldn't put off. Would she really have to discuss it at Hurley's home?
"What about tonight?" Sophie suggested.
Hurley quickly scanned his agenda and realized that he could reschedule his international conference to free up his time around ten or eleven.
Eight o'clock," Hurley suggested.
If I rearrange my afternoon, I can make it," Sophie confirmed.
Your place or mine?" Sophie asked.
Mine," Hurley replied.
Fine, I'll see you then," Sophie agreed.
As the call ended, Sophie realized how the conversation might have sounded to others. The way they set up the meeting seemed more like a date than a business meeting.
It felt like they were making plans for a romantic rendezvous, not a business meeting.
The once somber conference room suddenly buzzed with excitement.
When Hurley received the call from Sophie, he wasn't particularly surprised.
Although he generally paid little attention to financial news from smaller companies like Michaels, he kept an eye on them because of Sophie's ownership.
"Hurley, there is something I would like you to cooperate with," Sophie spoke directly.
"Sophie, what can I help you with?" Hurley asked, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.
Leaning against the glass outside the conference room, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular arms, Hurley exuded a handsome charm.
Sophie hesitated for a moment before answering, "Business."
"Official or personal?" Mr. Walton always drew a clear line between public and private matters.
"Does it matter?" Sophie asked.
"It does. For official business, you should come to the firm. For personal matters, you could either invite me to your house or come to mine."
The ambiguity of "personal business" made Sophie uncomfortable. "It's business," she clarified.
"For official business, I'd have to make an appointment with my secretary, but my calendar is pretty full at the moment. You might have to wait about two weeks to see me," Hurley said matter-of-factly.
Sophie sighed inwardly, but Hurley's words were indeed no exaggeration, and his workload had been pushed back even further.
But this was a matter she couldn't put off. Would she really have to discuss it at Hurley's home?
"What about tonight?" Sophie suggested.
Hurley quickly scanned his agenda and realized that he could reschedule his international conference to free up his time around ten or eleven.
Eight o'clock," Hurley suggested.
If I rearrange my afternoon, I can make it," Sophie confirmed.
Your place or mine?" Sophie asked.
Mine," Hurley replied.
Fine, I'll see you then," Sophie agreed.
As the call ended, Sophie realized how the conversation might have sounded to others. The way they set up the meeting seemed more like a date than a business meeting.
It felt like they were making plans for a romantic rendezvous, not a business meeting.
Maya's words had struck a chord in Emily's heart. She wasn't interested in half; she wanted all of it.
Despite the Shaw family's engagement gift of 100 million, Emily intended to use the money to acquire the remaining scattered shares.
Lately, Daniel had been living a reckless life. He either comes home drunk or doesn't come home at all.
Given his current state, Emily knew he would never willingly transfer his shares. Daniel is unkind to her, so he shouldn't blame her for being unfair.
With this in mind, she cleverly prepared a stock transfer document and had Daniel sign it during one of his drunken stupors. She then went to the company and affixed the official seal to make it official.
Daniel soon found out about the whole thing. When he confronted Emily, she didn't deny her actions, leading to a heated confrontation between them.
Even though Daniel had signed the document himself, regret would not change the situation.
Overwhelmed with anger and frustration, Daniel fell ill and was hospitalized for two days.
When he woke up, he thought of Sophie and immediately called her.
"Sophie, you have to help me!"
"What's wrong?" Sophie, who had recently found herself with more free time, had focused on her children.
She also knew that Erika and Adrian had recently gotten married. Although she hadn't been there, she had asked someone to send them gifts that could be taken as congratulations.
Although she hadn't followed her father's affairs closely, she had made sure to collect a significant number of shares. With her current holdings of his shares exceeding fifty percent, she was close to sealing the deal.
"Emily crossed the line!" Daniel recounted the events, concluding, "I want a divorce! Then I'll get half the shares!"
Upon hearing Daniel's plea, Sophie felt no sympathy for him; rather, she believed he was getting what he deserved.
"Can you ask Mr. Walton to return some of my shares or negotiate a purchase?" Daniel asked, still not knowing that the shares he had given away were still in Sophie's hands.
Sophie replied, "All right, can you match the market price?"
Daniel was in no position to meet the market price. He didn't have much money on hand, as he had recently squandered a lot of it on reckless spending.
"Sophie, I... I can't raise that much money all at once. Can you negotiate with Mr. Walton to let me pay in installments?" Daniel hoped for some leniency to regain his freedom.
Sophie was well aware of Daniel's intentions and wasn't fooled by his plea. She replied, "I think you know better than I do what kind of person Mr. Walton is. I remember that the old Michaels estate was supposed to be worth a lot of money. Perhaps it could be an alternative to the payment of your debt. Otherwise, you might lose the house altogether."
Whether Sophie said it or not, Daniel had to figure out the rest on his own.
But the house wasn't Daniel's, to begin with. Even though Daniel and Emily had lived there for years, Sophie had plans to reclaim it.
After ending the phone call with Daniel, Sophie immediately got in touch with her representative to inquire about the current situation of the Michaels.
She also requested an investigation into the recipient of the transferred stock. The news soon came. "I haven't confirmed it yet, but the shares are definitely not in the hands of Emily. However, they haven't been fully accounted for. I heard the recipient's last name is Michaels. Could it be Maya?"
"If Maya holds all of Daniel's shares, she will become the second largest shareholder in the company."
The name was a surprise to Sophie. Maya Michaels ... wasn't Maya Emily's niece?
Sophie had always referred to Emily as "Aunt Emily" when she had visited the Michaels family.
Emily had treated her with great kindness, even better than she had treated her own daughter, Erika. To outsiders, Sophie would appear to be Emily's biological daughter.
If Emily had been the one to transfer the shares to Maya, she must have had a plan in place with regard to the divorce. In that case, Daniel would not get half of the property.
Emily wasn't going to give up without a fight, especially now that Erica was married into the Shaw family. The Shaws would undoubtedly support Erica and Erica would undoubtedly side with her mother.
Sophie had originally intended to win Mrs. Michaels back for herself. But now it seemed that not only did she not want the house, she wanted to give it to Emily.
Sophie had a plan, but it would require the cooperation of certain people.
At the time of Sophie's phone call to Hurley, Hurley was in the middle of a meeting. Hurley left the meeting and went out to answer the phone.
In meetings with Mr. Walton, it was a serious offense for his phone to ring. Whether it's a message or a call, it must be silenced before entering the room.
Mr. Walton led by example. He never allowed any distractions during his meetings.
But this time, Mr. Walton actually walked out of the conference room to answer the phone!
As soon as the president left to answer the call, the rumors started again.
"I'll bet you a dollar that's the future president's wife calling. Mr. Walton must be in love!"
"You're behind on the news. I heard from the overseas offices that a woman burst into Mr. Walton's office during the last meeting to discuss marriage."
"Mr. Walton is getting married? That would be quick. I wonder how the young master and young miss will take to their new stepmother?"
The once somber conference room suddenly buzzed with excitement.
When Hurley received the call from Sophie, he wasn't particularly surprised.
Although he generally paid little attention to financial news from smaller companies like Michaels, he kept an eye on them because of Sophie's ownership.
"Hurley, there is something I would like you to cooperate with," Sophie spoke directly.
"Sophie, what can I help you with?" Hurley asked, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.
Leaning against the glass outside the conference room, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular arms, Hurley exuded a handsome charm.
Sophie hesitated for a moment before answering, "Business."
"Official or personal?" Mr. Walton always drew a clear line between public and private matters.
"Does it matter?" Sophie asked.
"It does. For official business, you should come to the firm. For personal matters, you could either invite me to your house or come to mine."
The ambiguity of "personal business" made Sophie uncomfortable. "It's business," she clarified.
"For official business, I'd have to make an appointment with my secretary, but my calendar is pretty full at the moment. You might have to wait about two weeks to see me," Hurley said matter-of-factly.
Sophie sighed inwardly, but Hurley's words were indeed no exaggeration, and his workload had been pushed back even further.
But this was a matter she couldn't put off. Would she really have to discuss it at Hurley's home?
"What about tonight?" Sophie suggested.
Hurley quickly scanned his agenda and realized that he could reschedule his international conference to free up his time around ten or eleven.
Eight o'clock," Hurley suggested.
If I rearrange my afternoon, I can make it," Sophie confirmed.
Your place or mine?" Sophie asked.
Mine," Hurley replied.
Fine, I'll see you then," Sophie agreed.
As the call ended, Sophie realized how the conversation might have sounded to others. The way they set up the meeting seemed more like a date than a business meeting.
It felt like they were making plans for a romantic rendezvous, not a business meeting.
The once somber conference room suddenly buzzed with excitement.
When Hurley received the call from Sophie, he wasn't particularly surprised.
Although he generally paid little attention to financial news from smaller companies like Michaels, he kept an eye on them because of Sophie's ownership.
"Hurley, there is something I would like you to cooperate with," Sophie spoke directly.
"Sophie, what can I help you with?" Hurley asked, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.
Leaning against the glass outside the conference room, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular arms, Hurley exuded a handsome charm.
Sophie hesitated for a moment before answering, "Business."
"Official or personal?" Mr. Walton always drew a clear line between public and private matters.
"Does it matter?" Sophie asked.
"It does. For official business, you should come to the firm. For personal matters, you could either invite me to your house or come to mine."
The ambiguity of "personal business" made Sophie uncomfortable. "It's business," she clarified.
"For official business, I'd have to make an appointment with my secretary, but my calendar is pretty full at the moment. You might have to wait about two weeks to see me," Hurley said matter-of-factly.
Sophie sighed inwardly, but Hurley's words were indeed no exaggeration, and his workload had been pushed back even further.
But this was a matter she couldn't put off. Would she really have to discuss it at Hurley's home?
"What about tonight?" Sophie suggested.
Hurley quickly scanned his agenda and realized that he could reschedule his international conference to free up his time around ten or eleven.
Eight o'clock," Hurley suggested.
If I rearrange my afternoon, I can make it," Sophie confirmed.
Your place or mine?" Sophie asked.
Mine," Hurley replied.
Fine, I'll see you then," Sophie agreed.
As the call ended, Sophie realized how the conversation might have sounded to others. The way they set up the meeting seemed more like a date than a business meeting.
It felt like they were making plans for a romantic rendezvous, not a business meeting.
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