Chapter 382
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Chapter 382 Unwilling to Let It Go
People like Christian had barely any contribution to the company.
He wanted to ride on the coattails of others and took a fierce risk, but he ultimately failed.
Keeping him would not only be useless but it would also set a bad precedent in the company.
If everyone wanted Nicole to bet on her future like this, would she still be as lucky as she was this time?
There was absolutely no way Nicole would let Christian and Xion Jenner off the hook so easily.
Christianâs face was ugly and flustered as he looked towards Grant.
âPresident Grant, itâs all for the sake of the company.
Xion and I were taking on this project for the company. Weâre happier than anyone else now that Ms.
Nicole landed the dealâ¦â
Grantâs gaze was cold as he looked at Christian
âSo, you donât plan on leaving?â
As soon as those words were said, the
As soon as those wo were said, the atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly grew cold and stagnant.
Everyoneâs gaze felt like needles stabbing at Christianâs face, piercing him with shame and
embarrassment.
Yes, Christian did not want to leave like that.
However, Grantâs words were ruthless.
Christian stuttered and finally looked at Grant and Nicole, who did not look like they had the slightest
intention to keep him.
He gritted his teeth. âWhat do you mean by leaving? Iâm a shareholder of Stanton Corporation.
If I want to leave, Iâll have to get Chairman Stantonâs consent first, right?â
Christianâs eyes flashed with a smirk of triumph
Nicole raised her brows and smiled.
âYes, you should.â
She took out her phone and called Floyd in front of everyone.
front of everyone.
Christianâs expression faintly stiffened as his heart clenched.
Beep â Beep
âLil N, Iâm fishing for our lunch now. Are you guys coming home for lunch?â
Floydâs voice was leisurely and brisk. They could even hear the breeze on the other end.
Nicole could not help but chuckle. âDad, weâre in a meeting. We were just talking about how Christian
Jenner lost the bet, but a shareholder needs your consent before they can leave the company. Weâd like
to hear your opinion.â
Her eyes glanced languidly at Christian as the corners of her mouth raised in a slight arc.
Christianâs face became so tense all of a sudden. âChairman Stantonâ¦â
Before he could finish, Floydâs voice from the phone reached everyoneâs ears.
âLil N, since Iâve handed over the companyâs matters to you and Grant, you can make these decisions
yourself. Iâll
make these decisions yourself. Iâll respect any decision you make. Just strike the gavel and Iâll sign my
name!â
The conference room instantly fell silent as countless eyes landed on Christian.
Those who wanted to plead for him also wisely shut their mouths.
Christianâs complexion turned miserably white. His lips began to tremble.
Nicole laughed. âOkay, Dad. Leave the rest to us. Have fun fishing!â
She then hung up the phone.
Floyd was never muddle-headed when it came to big matters. He always stood on the same front with
his kids so that no one could ever try to weasel inside.
Nicole looked up at Christian and raised her brows, smiling indifferently.
âIn that case, Mr. Jenner, Iâll get HR to start the procedures, so all you have to do i s follow their
instructions. As for the meager shares in your hands, you can sell them to the company if you want.
Otherwise, just keep them for retirement.â
em for retirement.â
Otherwise, just keep
After she spoke, Nicole placed her hand o n the table and stood up.
âI still have work to do, so you guys carry on.â
She glanced at Grant. When he nodded, Nicole sashayed out of the conference room.
As soon as she went out, she received a call from Lil Michael, who was already dying from impatience
waiting for Nicole i n the lobby.
Yvette also happened to be there. She was not in a good mood and wanted to ask Nicole to go shopping
with her.
Unexpectedly, Yvette saw a little blonde kid at the entrance of Stanton Corporation, sitting on the ground
drawing circles while holding a large bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
Yvette paused in her footsteps and frowned slightly. âIs there some sort of mourning ceremony going on
at Stanton Corporation?â