Colossal Assets
"What?" Boris exclaimed in shock
When Carla had told him the same earlier, he assumed that she was only trying to scare him. Since Newton had repeated the claim, he realized that she might have been telling the truth.
Unable to take the blow, he regretted divorcing her.
If we hadn't divorced, the money wouldn't be included in the matrimonial assets. At the very least, I'd still have a share in it. But given the current situation, Carla will be given a huge sum of money. In fact, she will own a large chunk of the company too. Therefore, not only would my scheme have failed, but everything I had invested in it would have been for naught.
"Stay calm and bear with it, " Newton consoled Boris. "Don't forget that we still have a trump card in our hand. I heard that he is the smartest of all Zayn's kids and will be the heir to the family fortune. As long as we have him, Carla wouldn't dare do anything reckless."
"Yes, that's right."
Realizing that they still had a trump card, Boris heaved a sigh of relief.
Although he viewed Newton's actions with disdain, he had no choice but to obey the latter still. After all, there was no way he could control the situation without Newton's help.
"Hang in there and send me the figure once it's out."
"All right."
After ending the call, Boris turned around and saw that the accountants were still working on it even though the three-hour mark had passed.
At the same time, some of the elderly shareholders were so exhausted that they leaned on the sofa to rest.
As for Kallum and the others, they stared at the accountants and waited anxiously for the result.
Meanwhile, Carla calmly monitored her phone for any calls. If Charles and Brandy were able to rescue Randy before the figure was tabulated, her counterattack would be complete.
However, if they didn't, she still had to proceed cautiously.
As time ticked by, her phone remained silent, causing her to be tormented by anxiety.
Even though everyone present had an agenda of their own, the waiting process simply felt tortuous.
Half an hour later, the accountants were almost done and were close to coming up with the final figure.
Hence, everyone surrounded them in anticipation of the results.
When Carla saw that there weren't any updates on her phone, she gave Freda a look.
As a result, Freda went out at once to make a call.
"The result is out!"
One of the accountants handed the report to Jamal.
The moment he saw it, his expression drastically changed even though he was mentally prepared for a huge figure. Unexpectedly, the final sum had blown past all his expectations.
"How much is it?" Kallum couldn't resist leaning over and asking.
"Be patient!" Thompson shoved him aside with his cane.
"How much is it?" Boris was equally desperate to know. "Give me the report."
Without saying a word, Jamal handed it over.
When Boris finally saw the figure, he felt his knees buckle, and he slumped into a chair. "Is there some sort of mistake? How can Zayn's income in two years eight months and three days be so much?"
In his desperation, he referred to Zayn in the third person instead of himself.
"Mr. Giblo owns most of the shares in Divine Corporation and some of that of Giblo Group. After taking everything into consideration, this is how much his profit is for the entire period and has nothing to do with the company's public finances, " Rodney explained earnestly.
"Also, all the data and details are stored on the computer, and we have verified them with the banks involved. Given that the public notaries have monitored the entire process, they can directly investigate any disputes that are arises."
The accountant's reply rendered Boris speechless.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Giblo. Didn't you sign the agreement yourself? Why do you keep bringing Zayn up? Aren't you him?" Kallum questioned when he sensed that something was amiss.
"Shut up, " Boris thundered. "Since when is it your turn to speak?"
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