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Chapter 111
Chapter 111
Bainbridge froze in place as if he’d been struck by lightning, his brain short–circuiting.
Howard handed the invitation to Gwendolyn at his side. “Read it out loud.”
Gwendolyn stepped forward to take the invitation, her lips pursed, her face as cold as ice. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
Her eyes fell on the microphone in Bainbridge’s hand, and she took it for herself with a ferocious snatch.
“Hello?” She tested the microphone, her soft voice filling the entire hall, yet no one was in the mood to smile.
Gwendolyn gazed at the invitation, where Bainbridge had penned his flattery and started
to read.
“To the esteemed founder of Summit Corp, you are cordially invited to attend my grandfather’s 70th birthday bash.”
“Shut up! Don’t read anymore!” Bainbridge’s face turned ashen.
He lunged to grab the microphone but was kicked away by Cliff.
Gwendolyn’s voice remained calm and clear. “I have long admired you and eagerly await your esteemed presence. I hope for a delightful and insightful exchange at the event.”
She lifted her eyes to Bainbridge, whose face looked twisted in anger, and enunciated each word of the final line. “Your admirer, Bainbridge.”
Her pronunciation was sharp, ensuring everyone could hear.
Gwendolyn’s voice dropped like water into a frying pan, causing a sizzle throughout the crowd.
Some guests were confused, while others were catching on.
Bainbridge felt a crushing pain in his chest, almost mad with disbelief. “Impossible! It can’t be happening! Where did you steal this invitation from?”
He refused to believe it!
“Are all the security dead? Get them out of here!” Farrah screeched.
“Not so fast. Not so fast!” Larkin called out repeatedly. He straightened his tie and made his way to Howard with a flattering smile. “Mr. Howard, we are so honored by your presence.”
Larkin turned to the guests and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce Mr. Howard, the founder of Summit Corp and my boss. Mr. Bainbridge, haven’t you always admired the president of Summit Corp?”
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The room buzzed with the revelation.
Howard was the founder of Summit Corp!
The attendees were variously shocked, incredulous, and sympathetic.
The Sawyer and Clark families looked ashen and fearful. Only Valor was ecstatic, slapping his thigh uncontrollably!
Bainbridge stood rigid as if struck by a mallet in a daze.
Farrah and Jarvis were similarly bewildered, their faces pale.
How could Howard, the guy they’d all written off as a nobody, be the big boss of Summit Corp?
Warren stared at Howard, a metallic taste filling his mouth as if he could taste blood.
“Brilliant! Just brilliant!” Leaning on his cane, Warren was furious yet eerily calm.
“Howard, you truly are a grandson to be proud of. Is this why you wanted to leave the Chadwick family?” he gasped for air, barely able to stand.
He didn’t want the Chadwick family name to benefit from this!
Howard looked at him impassively. “You taught me from a young age, ‘return good for evil, and what should be done for good? Do I need to announce here what Bainbridge has
done?”
“You… you…” Warren stumbled down the steps, nearly falling.
“Grandpa!”
“Dad!”
Warren waved them off. “Leave me alone.”
He slowly walked to Howard. “Is this your plan?”
Howard’s lips curled with scorn. “I never had a plan. I was just pushed into a corner, step by step, by all of you.”
Warren looked at him deeply. “I admit that you’ve won. I know what you want, and I’ll give it to you!”
He patted Jarvis‘ hand. “Go, bring me the ‘Share Transfer Agreement.”
“Dad!” Jarvis looked at him unwillingly.
“Do it now!” Warren barked.
Reluctantly, Jarvis brought the unsigned ‘Share Transfer Agreement‘ to Warren.