Chapter 95
That evening, Jasper finally showed up at the hospital with a share transfer contract in hand.
This was exactly what I expected.
He couldn't afford to put himself at risk. I had evidence of his embezzlement, and since I gave him a chance to make it right, it was basically me letting him off the hook.
Looking at Oscar, who had finally managed to close his eyes and rest for a bit, I frowned at Jasper unhappily: "Wait a second, let's talk outside."
Before Jasper could respond, Oscar opened his eyes again. After glancing at Jasper, he quickly understood why he was here: "Don't go out, it's cold. Take him to the room inside to talk."
Jasper's smile looked a bit stiff: "Anywhere is fine, as long as I'm not disturbing your rest."
I gestured to him, and Jasper followed me into the suite. He placed the transfer contract right in front of me: "This is the ten percent stake I hold. It should cover most of the money. As for the rest, give me a few more days."
I casually flipped through the contract and looked at him coldly: "Are you confused about something? You're calculating the shares at the highest stock price for me—are you trying to rip me off?"
I tossed the contract aside carelessly: "You need to understand something. Right now, I'm not the one desperate for your shares—you're the one who needs me to help you cash them out. And don't tell me you'll pay part of it first. I don't have time to waste on this with you."
Jasper looked at me strangely, seeming confused: "How did you become like this?"
I gave him a sideways glance: "Become like what? Mr. Brown, you're talking like you know me so well. Cut the crap. Save your sob story for the judge—that is, if you can even afford a decent lawyer."
As I spoke, I pulled out my phone to look for the company's legal team's contact info. With just one order from me, the company would immediately sue Jasper and Charles, and when it came to enforcement, his shares would be gone anyway.
Jasper quickly pressed down on my hand before I could make the call: "Fine, you win. You're tough. So you really are going to destroy us completely. You want the shares? I'll give them all to you. But treating us like this—aren't you afraid of karma?"
I looked at him with a cold laugh: "Karma is for bad people. You guys better watch out."
Jasper's hands clenched into fists. He took a deep breath: "The contract is right here. You modify it, I'll take it back, and after it's signed and stamped, I'll bring it over."
I waved my hand: "No need. I had someone prepare the contract a couple of days ago. Yours plus your dad's—a total of thirty-five percent of the shares—should basically cover all the money you've lost over the years. As for what's left, I'll be generous and not pursue it. Take a look, and if there's no problem, sign and stamp it."
Jasper was so choked up he could barely speak. After a long pause, a muffled voice finally came from his throat: "I need to go back to get the stamp..."
I sat down leisurely nearby and casually pulled a stamp from the drawer and pushed it over: "No need to go back. I've prepared everything for you. The company's financial and administrative stamps are both here. You just need to sign and put your fingerprint. Oh, and you'd better call Charles and have him come here in person. Even though you're his son, legally, you can't represent him completely."
Jasper clenched his fists tightly, looking at me like he'd been poisoned: "You're actually calling Dad by his name directly. Emma, how dare you!"
I looked coolly at his impotent rage: "Drop your delusions. Do you think being Emma would make me let you off? Jasper, look clearly—the person standing in front of you is me, Emily. I don't have time to waste talking with you. Sign it."
Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the pen I'd tossed over. Looking at the share transfer document in front of him, he finally wrote his name on it.
As his finger pressed into the red ink pad, the light in his eyes finally dimmed. In the end, he closed his eyes and pressed his finger down.
I took the contract and gently blew on the bright red fingerprint, smiling brightly: "Stop pretending. I'm helping you. You don't need to thank me too much."
Jasper looked at me like he wanted to devour me: "Never forget where you came from. Even if you got plastic surgery, the same blood still flows in your veins as mine."
Those words really disgusted me. If I could change my blood, I'd replace it all.
But this kind of moral blackmail couldn't do anything to me: "You'd be better off using this time to hurry up and get Charles over here. I don't have time to waste."
Jasper looked at me silently.
Charles arrived quickly, too. Looking at the share transfer document in his hands, his expression was complicated.
Once he signed his name, The Brown Group would have nothing to do with The Brown Family anymore. He probably couldn't figure out how things had come to this point.
I handed him the pen and kindly reminded him, "Jasper already looked over the contract. This deal is definitely worth it."
Charles looked up at me, his eyes full of resentment: "Emily, you've overreached. This wasn't a negotiation—it was a takeover. What did we ever do to warrant such a ruthless move?"
I waved my hand and smiled at him brightly: "Don't play the victim. Who's left to clean up your mess?"
Charles took the pen with trembling hands. After a deep sigh, he still wrote his name and pressed his fingerprint before turning to leave.
Jasper looked at me deeply once more, then quickly chased after Charles: "Dad, wait for me."
He probably saw that Charles didn't look well and was worried something might happen.
Putting away the share transfer document, I also let out a long breath. The things I needed to do—I'd finally completed the first step. Next, it would depend on how much pressure they could handle going forward.
When I walked out of the suite, Oscar looked at me with concern: "Are you okay? How do you feel?"
I shrugged: "Not bad. Things seem to be going much more smoothly than I expected. I'm not as excited as I imagined. Maybe they could be even worse off."
"Jasper seems to have guessed your identity," Oscar looked at me with some concern.
I raised an eyebrow: "So what? I say I'm Emily, so I'm Emily. Even if he knows, I'm still Emily right now. They never cared about Emma before, and an Emma who died once will be cared about even less. As for later, I hope that when they hear my name, they'll tremble with fear."