Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 168: Emergency Shareholder Meeting

Rage seeped from William's every pore, warping the air around him like heat off asphalt. His previously good

mood shattered into shards. In that moment, he felt he could strangle anyone who so much as irritated him.

Jennifer, sensing the fury pulsing off him, asked again, "Dad, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

William let out a bitter grunt. "What else? Elliot Grant. That son of a bitch."

The words burned on his tongue, but fury clogged his throat, halting further speech. He took several sharp

breaths, forcing the fire down before it could conshim.

"He's called an emergency shareholder meeting. Tomorrow." William's voice was tight, clipped. "Because of the

company’s recent downturn, sof the other shareholders have aligned with him. They're planning to vote me

out."

His jaw clenched so hard it looked as though he might crack a tooth.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Why are you even wasting emotion on those circus monkeys? They couldn't move a

single strand of your hair before... they won't now."

"This tfeels different," William muttered. "The company’s situation is worse than it's ever been."

"Even if they all unite, they still can’t match our shares," Jennifer countered. "We're the largest stakeholders,

Dad. They can’t outvote us."

William's eyes narrowed. "The moment | heard Eleanor was back in town, | suspected Grant would try something

like this. Amnesia or not, if he manages to get her involved, it'll beca problem."

Jennifer nodded, thoughtful. "Then let's turn this on its head. Use this opportunity. Show the shareholders that

we own the majority. Let them see the truth. Their alliance means nothing."

William looked at her, a hard glint in his eye. "Are you sure we should reveal the transfer deed?"

"I'm sure. It's twe stopped playing defence. Use the meeting to claim the chairmanship outright. Let them

start their rebellion... we'll end it."

Her confidence was unwavering, sharp as a blade.

William gave a grim smile and nodded. The conversation about the wedding was swiftly set aside. He picked up

his phone and began making calls to loyal shareholders, summoning support. Jennifer did the same, rallying her

backers and locking down alliances. They had a strategy now. A plan built not just to survive, but to conquer.

With the battlefield forming in their minds, both father and daughter went to sleep, their thoughts already deep

into tomorrow.

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The conference room of EverBuild Solutions Limited buzzed with anticipation and tension.

It wasn’t yet nine, but already over a hundred shareholders had filled the room. The air was thick with murmurs

and speculation. Staff members, notified the night before, had worked overtto prepare for what would be

one of the most pivotal meetings in the company’s history.

Temporary workers had been hired to assist the regulars. Extra security had been stationed at the entrances and

key junctions, ready to ensure order. Everyone present had been told, a new chairman is coming.

Among the staff, hope flickered... tentative, fragile. Sdared to believe that fresh leadership might reverse

the company’s downward spiral. Others remained sceptical, their optimism buried under the weight of years of

decline and poor performance.

Still, one truth bound them all: something was going to change.

Whispers rippled through the room like a restless tide.

"Mr. Grant is taking over. They say he can’t watch the company crumble any longer."

"He was the co-founder," another voice added. "He built this company with Esmeralda Langford. If anyone has

the right..."

"I heard William Whitmore is going to make it official. No more Acting Chairman."

"Or maybe someone completely new... someone we haven't seen before."

The low murmur of chatter continued to hum through the conference room until the main shareholders and

directors began arriving, one by one. Each ascended to the elevated dais at the front of the room, exchanging

stiff nods and thin-lipped glances as anticipation rippled through the assembled crowd. The gathered

shareholders lowered their voices to hushed tones, their murmurs bouncing off the polished mahogany-panelled

walls.

From the leftmost seat sat Amelia Hawthorne, heir to a Midlands manufacturing empire. A striking woman in her

forties, her tailored blue business suit highlighted her ageless elegance. Everyone in the room knew Amelia had

little genuine concern for EverBuild’s future... her father had invested in its early days, and she had inherited the

shares along with a detached sense of obligation.

Beside her sat Rupert Caldwell, a man with a ruddy complexion and bushy eyebrows, gripping his ever-present

monogrammed cane like a ceremonial sceptre.

Next was Arabella Sinclair, dressed in a crisp grey office suit, her raven hair tucked behind one ear. She scanned

the room with sharp, calculating eyes. Like Amelia, her family had been early investors in EverBuild.

Then cElliot Grant, the second-largest shareholder. Towering and grave in a charcoal suit, he sat with his

hands clasped, his piercing gaze flicking across the crowd like a judge surveying a courtroom.

One seat remained conspicuously empty... the one reserved for the chairman, who had yet to arrive.

Beside the vacant chair sat Henry Smythe, the quiet investor from Yorkshire. Known for keeping out of company

affairs unless profits were at stake, his fingers tapped rhythmically on the cover of his leather-bound notebook.

Next was Dr. Prisma Patel, the company’s Director of Projects and a shareholder in her own right. She sat upright,

eyes forward, calm in the brewing storm.

At the far end was Marcus O'Donnell, Director of Operations. His father had held the srole before him, and

the O'Donnell family still owned a substantial block of shares.

Despite the to come, hierarchy held. The high platform loomed over the assembly, a symbolic divide

between the decision-makers and the rest. Yet today, the ground beneath it all felt unsteady.

Today's emergency meeting had been convened at Elliot Grant's behest. Now, with a subtle nod, he signalled to

the man standing at the far right... Julian Rivers, the Director of Finance.

Julian stepped forward to the podium, a folder tucked under one arm. His voice cut clean through the last of the

murmurs as he activated the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his gaze sweeping across the sea of tense faces, "thank you all for attending.

Under normal circumstances, this meeting would be a celebration... a reaffirmation of our unity and vision. But

unfortunately, we are gathered here today under the shadow of imminent collapse."

A collective hush fell over the room.

Behind him, the screen flickered to life. Lines of data, graphs, and profit projections sprawled across it in grim red

tones. Every figure told a story of decline.

"Our cash flow has fallen by 45% this quarter," Julian said, his voice as steady as it was damning. "Our credit

lines have been slashed. Suppliers are demanding advance payments. Unless we secure an immediate capital

injection, bankruptcy is not a possibility... it is a certainty."

Gasps rippled across the room like startled birds. Arabella exchanged a glance with Dr. Patel. Grant’s knuckles

whitened where his hands remained clasped.

Julian turned and gestured to a graph showing five years of financial erosion. "This, ladies and gentlemen, is the

trajectory of our company. At this rate, we will not survive the next quarter."

He closed the folder.

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Just then, the double doors at the rear of the conference room swung open.

A sharp voice echoed across the hall:

"Then tell me... who exactly is this new chairman? Elliot Grant? Has he ever even run a corner shop, let alone a

national corporation?"

Heads turned in unison as William Whitmore strode into the room, his presence magnetic, his voice rich with

authority and scorn. He walked directly to the dais, his eyes sweeping the assembly.

"This is EverBuild Solutions... a leading supplier in the region. This isn’t scharity foundation or aristocratic

hobby. It’s a battlefield. And the years I've led this company, Mr. Grant couldn't survive for samount of days

here, | guarantee it."

Gasps turned into murmurs of recognition. William's voice carried righteous indignation, and even those who

opposed him found it difficult not to nod.

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He turned to face the high table.

"And who gave you the right to make this decision without consulting me... the largest shareholder in EverBuild?

What kind of coup is this?"

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William laughed, cold and scornful.

"What a grand mouth you've developed, Elliot. But letremind you... my family holds 51.5% of EverBuild’s

shares. What gives you the right to threatenin my own company?"

Grant's face remained unmoved as he replied, voice low but clear.

"You hold only 16.5%, William. The shares you and your daughter bought on the open market. The rest... the

majority stake you've been wielding for years... were never yours to begin with. You held them as custodian for

Miss Eleanor Langford."

He let the silence stretch before delivering the final blow.

"And as of yesterday, Eleanor officially revoked your custodianship. You no longer speak for her. You no longer

own those shares. You are, by every legal measure, finished."