118: Chapter 118 Have you signed it all?_1 118: Chapter 118 Have you signed it all?_1 “You’re talking nonsense!
I saw Director Zhao just a few days ago; he was perfectly fine.
How could he be dead?”
Martin Baker instinctively retorted, staring at Carson Flores with a mocking smile, “Indeed, I temporarily can’t contact Director Zhao, but General Manager Thomas did accept orders from Director Zhao to cooperate with in acquiring shares…”
Carson Flores chuckled, “I believe that arrangent was made three days ago, right?
But have you been able to get in touch with Brian Jas these past two days?”
An increasing sense of unease surged in Martin Baker’s heart, causing him to waver.
Because Carson Flores was right!
For the past two days, Martin Baker had tried to contact Brian Jas, but his phone had been switched off the whole ti, making it impossible to reach him.
“You said Director Zhao is dead, how did he die?”
Carson Flores smiled faintly, “He was killed the night before last in the hills behind his villa, not just Brian Jas but also his son Shepard Jas.”
Martin Baker laughed, a scornful laugh, “Do you know who Shepard Jas is?
He is a Cultivator who joined a Sect.
With a Sect backing him, who would dare touch him?
Even if you’re making up a story, make it plausible.
Hmph, trying to trick , and then get the contract signed, so that even if I later regret it, it’d be too late, right?”
Carson Flores remained calm, “The one who killed both of them was Shepard Jas’s master, Malcolm Gross.”
Martin Baker utterly disbelieved, “You’re making this story more and more absurd.
Why would Shepard Jas’s master kill his own disciple?”
Carson Flores replied, “Because I left Brian Jas incapacitated and unconscious, which lured Shepard Jas back.
Worried he couldn’t defeat , he called his master Malcolm Gross to deal with .
But since Malcolm Gross couldn’t defeat and wanted to save his own life, he personally killed the Jas family father and son.”
Martin Baker burst into laughter, more convinced than ever that Carson Flores was bluffing.
“You?
Don’t make laugh.
Let tell you, no matter what you say, I won’t believe you.
To think you could deceive —you really have no clue!”
Carson Flores cracked a slight smile, “Why don’t you make a phone call to verify?
What if what I’m saying is true?
With the way you’re treating now, wouldn’t you say you’re courting death?”
Martin Baker suddenly felt a sense of alarm.
Could what Carson Flores said be true?
Otherwise, why would a re sales team leader dare to be so arrogant towards soone like him, the vice-president of the company?
Martin Baker clenched his teeth, “Wait for !”
Martin Baker took out his cellphone and dialed Brian Jas’s secretary’s number.
The call connected.
Martin Baker asked cautiously, “Secretary Chen, this is Martin Baker from the Miller Group.
Is Director Zhao there?”
“Mr.
Baker, Director Zhao passed away the night before last due to an accident, and today his morial service is being held…”
Martin Baker’s face instantly turned ashen, his head buzzing, his mind a blank.
Brian Jas was actually dead!
Martin Baker, holding on to a slim hope, asked, “Then who is presiding over the morial service?
Director Zhao’s son?”
“The young master has also passed away.”
Martin Baker felt darkness close in around him.
He forced himself to stand steady, “Secretary Chen, could you tell how they died?”
“Director Zhao fell at ho three days ago and beca paralyzed, unconscious.
The young master rushed back, along with the young master’s master.
The night before last, the young master climbed the back hills carrying Director Zhao, and both fell off a cliff, unfortunately encountering disaster…”
“Smack!”
Martin Baker’s cellphone dropped to the ground, and he was plunged into overwhelming fear.
Who would carry an unconscious person up a hill in the middle of the night?
And both fall off a cliff?
And the sudden ergence of Shepard Jas’s master—all of it confird what Carson Flores had just said was true!
Martin Baker trembled with imnse fear.
Brian Jas, such a high-profile figure, was dealt with just like that, and even his son, who was a Cultivator, was killed along with him.
Compared to the two of them, what was he?
Martin Baker looked at Carson Flores in terror, “What exactly are you?”
Carson Flores smiled and said, “You instigated soone to set up Shirley Miller, and there must be a price to pay.
Given that you were also instructed by Brian Jas, I’ll spare your life.
But you need to continue playing along with this act, or else you’ll be keeping Brian Jas company.”
Fear painted Martin Baker’s face white as he replied in fear, “I’ll do whatever you say, just don’t kill !”
“Go back and make your performance more convincing.”
“Mr.
Flores, I promise to complete the task.
Please, keep your word and let off.”
The two returned to the office and t Thomas Roth and Cody Mason at the entrance, who had just finished their eting.
Cody Mason was smiling, while Thomas Roth, like Martin Baker, was deathly pale with fear in his eyes.
Thomas Roth and Martin Baker exchanged glances, seeing the panic and terror in each other’s eyes.
Entering the room, without waiting for anyone to speak, Thomas Roth announced, “I’m no longer buying your shares.”
After saying that, Thomas Roth turned and left without any hesitation.
This scene, suddenly scared Alexis Vasquez, Rusty Schneider, and the other shareholders.
Hadn’t they just agreed on the price?
Why suddenly refuse to buy?
Aren’t you playing us?
What exactly did Thomas Roth and Cody Mason discuss, and why does Thomas Roth have such an expression, and what about Martin Baker’s distraught appearance?
Cody Mason smiled, “If he’s not buying, I will, at the sa price as stated in the contract.”
Alexis Vasquez, Rusty Schneider, and the other shareholders all turned their eyes to Martin Baker, waiting for him to react.
Martin Baker, with a cold face, called his assistant in, gave so instructions, and soon, the assistant walked in with a stack of contracts revised with the new acquiring company’s na, placing them in front of each shareholder.
Martin Baker said nothing, just glanced at the contract and casually signed his na, pressing down his fingerprint.
Leaving down the pen, Martin Baker said, with a resigned look, “Everyone sign.”
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