This Zhao Cheng, isn't he the assistant to the old chairman?
Now he's following right behind this little girl—guess her show of force just now wasn't all for show.
Lin Nuan's unfathomable tactics got all those shareholders quiet, not daring to gossip about her anymore.
Sitting side by side with Ning Shiyu, Lin Nuan carelessly tapped her pen on the table. "President Ning, everyone's here. Let's get the meeting started."
Lin Nuan's climbed right over him to raise hell, how could Ning Shiyu have the mood to run a meeting? He shot Zhuo Fan a look, and Zhuo Fan promptly announced the meeting was over.
The shareholders' meeting was honestly just a formality; all the goings-on in Ning Group, big or small, had always been decided by Ning Shiyu alone.
"Assistant Zhuo." Watching the departing crowd, Lin Nuan called out to Zhuo Fan.
"Director Lin, any instructions?" Zhuo Fan looked like he was about to cry. The two big bosses fighting—please, don't drag me into this, let me keep my skin intact.
"Get me an office. The one across from Ning Shiyu will do. Make it stylish, you hear? Don't let it lose to your boss's. I still own one more share than him." Lin Nuan ordered.
Zhuo Fan didn't dare agree straight away, sneaking a glance at Ning Shiyu.
Ning Shiyu didn't signal any objection, so Zhuo Fan nodded, then hustled out as fast as he could.
Outside in the hallway, the shareholders listened to Lin Nuan's swagger, glancing at each other uncertainly.
So, from now on, who's really in charge?
Soon, the spacious conference room only had Ning Shiyu and Lin Nuan sitting side by side.
Ning Shiyu turned around, staring straight at Lin Nuan; his gaze made it impossible for Lin Nuan to tell how pissed he was.
Is it a seven out of ten? Eight? Or the full ten—that he'd tear her apart right now?
Lin Nuan calmly tidied her clothes, just about to get up and leave, when Ning Shiyu reached out and grabbed her chair, dragging her right in front of him.
His hands pressed against the sides of her chair, leaning in close, their bodies almost touching—a pretty intimate pose.
Lin Nuan held her breath, staring right back at Ning Shiyu.
"Lin Nuan, is this fun for you?" Ning Shiyu asked in a low, magnetic voice.
Lin Nuan lifted her eyes, fixed them on Ning Shiyu.
His eyes were still that deep, that mesmerizing—just like the very first time she saw him.
But, thirteen years have passed, and their relationship is a total mess now.
She gave a shallow smile and said, "At first, it wasn't fun. But seeing you get all riled up, I think it's pretty entertaining now."
"Twenty-one percent shares—you think I'll let those belong to you, Lin Nuan?"
Ning Shiyu felt that Lin Nuan demanding twenty-one percent from his father was just to spite him. Why not ask for any other amount? Had to be one percent more than his, just to piss him off—what for?
"Aren't they mine already?" Then she raised her hand and shoved Ning Shiyu back a little. "Ning Shiyu, you'd better be nice. Otherwise, if I coax the last thirty percent from Dad, that's when your days in Ning Group are done."
"My tricks and hustle—you must've really seen a new side of me this time, huh?"
Ning Shiyu couldn't help but chuckle. Maybe Lin Nuan pissed him off so much, he actually laughed.
"Alright, then I'll wait and see how long you can sit in that chair."
Ning Shiyu smiled, and that instantly annoyed Lin Nuan.
Why isn't he flying off the handle? Why isn't he fighting tooth and nail, demanding she give back what belongs to the Ning family?
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