“Deal.”
Jasper said yes without hesitation.
Conrad seemed to be relieved on the other end of the call, then replied, “Alright, I’ll send a contract to you as soon as possible.”
After hanging up the call, Jasper stood up and patted Henry’s shoulder, smiled, and said, “Give me your phone, I’d like to discuss something with your father.”
Harbor City, inside a car parked at the entrance to Fabian’s villa, Conrad put away his phone and let out a sigh of relief.
“Finally getting rid of the hot potato.”
Sitting on the driver seat, Valentine turned his head around and asked, “Mr. Monty, why didn’t you reject Mitch just now since he’s putting us on the spot?”
Conrad sneered, and replied, “Mitch appears to be polite, but look at his attitude, are we allowed to say no? To be honest, he’s just hard selling, regardless of whether we want the shares or not, we still have to get the money for him.”
“Mitch’s purpose was not to sell the shares, he just wanted the money.”
Valentine gasped and recalled the scene from half an hour ago. The harshness in Mitch’s normally gentle attitude was unlike someone who came looking for a loan. Instead, he looked like someone ready to commit robbery.
At the thought of this, Valentine spoke, “If we said yes, would Mitch be willing to transfer the shares?”
“What do you think? Does Mitch have the guts to sell his portion of the Langdon family’s core asset?
“The situation is critical now, if he doesn’t cover his position, all of the funds he invested would be gone, and Fabian wouldn’t even give a sh*t about him. Therefore, he had to cover it, it’d be easy if Fabian turn it around and beat Jasper, but will Mitch let go of his shares so easily if they lose?”
There was a gleam in Valentine’s eyes. He complimented Conrad, “Looks like it’s a wise choice leaving it to Jasper.”
“We’re the weakest one out of all of them, so that’s what we had to do. If I were strong enough, would I have given Jasper something as precious as the 3.5% shares of the Langdon family’s asset?”
“Unfortunately, I’m afraid there’ll be no such chance again in the future.” Conrad stared at the brightly lit villa and gave out a long sigh.
“Mr. Monty, I believe you’ll rise one day.”
Valentine’s determined words made Conrad let out a laugh, his heart slightly warmed.
“For example, look at the others. Mitch came from an extraordinary background while Fabian is good at investing, but that doesn’t mean anything. After all, they’re suffering more than us now.”
Conrad chuckled, his worries were set aside. Then, he opened the car door and said, “Let’s go, we have to finish our act.”
Inside the villa, the table was full of dishes but nobody was sitting there.
Fabian sat on the sofa, his face dull and sullen while Morrison was on his third bottle of red wine. The drinking was not for celebration, but rather to soothe his frustration.
“Mr. Atticus, the Dow Jones Index is still failing. More than half of the funds that we deposited were used up. If this situation continues, we won’t be able to defend ourselves anymore.”
He took a glance at the falling trend on the screen. It looked like the sky was falling as if it was an endless decline, as if it would continue to fall until it burst out of the screen.
Morrison was growing more frustrated. He lifted his head and gulped down another glass of wine.
“Continue to maintain it. Place sell orders, and trade to stop our losses. We must hold on until the bailout plans is announced!” Fabian growled with reddened eyes.
