Choosing One
Stunned, Boris stared blankly at the will and was lost for words.
Racking his brains desperately, he realized that he would only have a twenty percent stake in Giblo Group after giving away twenty to Carla and not receiving anything from Jombo as his inheritance.
Furthermore, he would be relegated to the same position as Carla in the company at twenty percent.
Consequently, all his decisions would require Carla's consent.
For example, his plan to get Newton onto the board would now need her permission.
Therefore, he felt as if he had lost the advantage his identity gave him.
Just when he had run out of ideas, his secretary, Jean, reminded him from behind, "Mr. Giblo, for this exchange, you don't necessarily have to use the shares of Giblo Group. Instead, you can replace some of it with Divine Corporation."
Boris' eyes lit up the moment he heard her. He replied excitedly, "That's right! I only owe her about a few hundred billion, right? I'll just give her a ten percent stake in Giblo Group and pay off the rest with shares in Divine Corporation."
"Mr. Giblo, we have already done the math." The accounted showed him a table. "Divine Corporation's market capitalization is only one-tenth of Giblo Group. In other words, even if you hand over your entire stake in Divine Corporation, you still have to give Ms. Lierger a ten percent stake in Giblo Group."
Unable to comprehend the situation, Boris was bewildered. "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? It's only two years' worth of profits. How can it be equal to an entire stake in Divine Corporation?"
"There's no mistake, " the accountant replied with certainty. "Ever since its establishment, Divine Corporation has always been investing. It wasn't until the last three years that they began to turn a profit. As for the agreement you signed with Ms. Lierger, it relates exactly to these three years."
After a brief pause, the accountant added, "As for your share in the profits from Giblo Group over the last three years, this is how much it is."
Almost choking on himself, Boris was so infuriated that he was utterly stumped.
"So, which proposal do you prefer?" Rodney carefully inquired. "Do you want to give Ms. Lierger the whole of Divine Corporation and ten percent of Giblo Group, or do you want to give her twenty percent of Giblo Group instead?"
"Let me think about it."
Feeling as if he had his mind blown, Boris didn't know what he should do.
"Mr. Giblo, given the magnitude of the matter, you will need more time to consider it. Why don't you give your answer later?" Jean reminded softly.
"Right." Boris quickly regained his senses. "I'll think about it and decide later."
Subsequently, Rodney and the rest turned to Carla and waited for her response.
"How long more do you need?" Carla demanded. "The board of directors has been stuck here for many hours. Are you expecting them to spend the night in the conference room?"
"Given that everyone is here, you had better make the decision, " Jamal urged.
"That's right. Everyone is waiting for you, " Thompson reiterated.
"Half an hour, " Boris fumed. "I'll need to use the washroom first. We'll talk again when I'm back."
With that, he turned and left with Jean and a few bodyguards following behind him.
"The washroom is nothing but an excuse. He is obviously trying to discuss the situation with Mr. Gold, " Mosa ranted. "What's wrong with Mr. Giblo now? Why does he need to seek Mr. Gold's permission for everything he does?"
"I noticed it too. During the meeting, he seemed to be directed by Mr. Gold."
A few of the younger members of senior management remarked with concern, "Mr. Giblo seems to be behaving strangely ever since he returned."
"Even his habits have changed, " another secretary commented. "He isn't focused on work and doesn't go through his documents properly. Instead, he delegates them to that new secretary, Jean, and signs them upon her instructions. Other than that, he plays games in his office all day long."
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