Chapter 411: Chapter 411: So What
James Grant put down the photo, pinched his brow, his expression slightly tired, but very determined.
"I don’t plan on going back." James Grant said flatly, his handsome face full of indifference.
Keith Donovan clicked his tongue: "Tsk tsk tsk, my friend, you’re really ruthless. Aren’t you afraid your old man will really fall, and Atlas Group will end up in someone else’s hands?"
A ripple passed through the bottom of James Grant’s eyes.
But quickly, it turned into certainty again.
"Atlas has others without me, I’m not Harrison Grant’s only son." James Grant spoke each word with sincerity.
Keith Donovan sneered lightly upon hearing this: "You mean Jasper Grant? Don’t kid yourself, I don’t think Jasper has that capability. No experience, no connections—how many of your family’s old shareholders can accept him?"
Upon hearing this, James Grant paused his actions.
He seemed to smile cynically.
Is Jasper Grant really incapable?
That may not be the case.
However, he didn’t tell Keith Donovan this, only saying: "Experience comes from working, I believe he can handle it well."
Upon hearing this, Keith Donovan laughed, "Why do I feel like you’re up to no good?"
James Grant was indifferent, even chuckled lightly, "Am I?"
"You definitely are!" Keith Donovan was extremely curious, "Hey, tell me, what exactly are you planning?"
James Grant had a rather worldly demeanor, "Take one step at a time, no plans. Currently, organizing Thorne Holdings has already spent a lot of my energy."
How could he have the leisure to worry about Harrison Grant?
Moreover, it won’t be long before Jasper Grant makes his move.
*
At the same time, in the chairman’s office of Atlas Group.
"...I’m asking when you can get the shares!"
Harrison Grant fiercely lowered his voice into the phone, his expression almost twisted.
The voice on the other end of the phone was fearful, stammering: "Give me a little more time, she consistently refuses to transfer the shares to me, I have no way..."
"I’m telling you, I’ve already given you the money, within three days at most, I want to see the share transfer papers, or I’ll make you regret every penny you took from me!"
Harrison Grant took a deep breath, finished speaking, and hung up the phone.
"Chairman, Chairman, it’s not good!"
The secretary rushed in hurriedly, "Many employees are causing a ruckus, saying they want to resign, and those media reporters downstairs haven’t left yet, all waiting to interview you. If they find out employees are protesting to resign... what should we do?"
Harrison Grant’s forehead veins throbbed, urgently called a meeting, "Get all the shareholders to come for a meeting!"
In the conference room, all the shareholders were present, Jasper Grant sat alongside Harrison Grant, unexpectedly calm and composed.
In contrast, Harrison Grant wore a gloomy expression, sweeping his gaze across the shareholders.
"Why, usually so talkative, but now all silent!" Harrison Grant grew increasingly angry, "Can’t even handle this? What’s the use of me keeping you!"
A shareholder sitting a bit more forward mumbled: "Director Grant, the situation has already escalated, it’s spreading like wildfire online, it’s even trending and can’t be suppressed... We don’t have anyone here to take charge. Maybe, we should bring Director Grant back..."
The shareholder spoke, glancing sheepishly at Jasper Grant.
With "Director Grant" sitting right there, the shareholder referred to which Director Grant was self-evident.
All the shareholders cautiously looked at Jasper Grant’s expression, only to see Jasper Grant appeared indifferent, unbothered.
Harrison Grant’s expression turned increasingly grim, struggle flashed in his eyes.
After a long while, he coldly said: "What, without James Grant, Atlas wouldn’t turn?!"