Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
Chapter 383

Forced into a corner, Kemp finally mustered the nerve to speak up. "Look, I've got a beef with Galen. The guy's been pulling strings for his own gain, sitting on his hands, and keeping the shareholders in the dark while he lines his pockets. How else could he afford to snap up a whole block of Oldtown Avenue in Silverdale City?"

He was all-in, throwing down a convincing questioning.

Everyone around the table was holding their breath, stealing glances at my dad.

Kemp's words continued to hit home. "Now he's stonewalling the launch of VitaGlow Capsules, leading Mr. Richardson astray. As a manager at VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals, he's just feathering his own nest..." Kemp's tirade grew impassioned as he listed my dad's alleged misdeeds, each point a spear aimed at the reality of the Oldtown Avenue deal.

Emmett couldn't take it anymore and cut him off. "Kemp, you're making mountains out of molehills. What's Oldtown Avenue got to do with VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals?"

"What's it got to do? Who bought Oldtown Avenue if not Galen?" Kemp shot back.

"You're just green with envy and can't stand to see someone else doing well!" Emmett retorted without a care for appearances.

Kemp slammed his hand on the table, pointing right at my dad, "Ask him if it's related. Where did the money for Oldtown Avenue come from?"

All eyes turned to my dad again. The looks were varied-some eager for a spectacle, others red-eyed with jealousy, hoping to use this opportunity to cut my dad down. Some were genuinely curious about where the money came from, and of course, there were those who were genuinely worried for my dad.

Claud spoke up with a mocking tone, "Mr. Wilburn, as a fellow shareholder, your financial extravagance is quite something! Come on, tell us, is there a connection?"

The room held its breath, waiting for my dad's response. Kemp was smug, as though he had already thrown my dad to the wolves and was simply waiting to reap his victory feast.

My dad shifted in his seat, lowered his eyes in contemplation, and the room fell into an oppressive silence.

Then, with a resolve that seemed to come from within, he simply said, "Yes."

At that single admission, the conference room erupted in murmurs, and those who had been rallying behind Kemp seemed to come alive, ready for the attack.

Kemp, relishing his apparent victory, leaned back with a triumphant laugh, "Ha! Mr. Wilburn, I admire your guts! Now, that's being accountable. I actually respect you for that!"

Then he turned to Bennett, with an air of inevitability, "Mr. Richardson, perhaps you're not aware. It's him, Galen, who's been diverting significant funds from the majority shareholder for his personal use. That's how he got his hands on Oldtown Avenue! Isn't this self-dealing?"

Now, every shareholder seemed united in their animosity.

Kemp, nodding his head with ostentatious pride, declared, "The annual funds from the major shareholder have always been managed by him alone. As for where it goes... Perhaps Mr. Richardson could bring this mysterious benefactor forward to meet with us. Otherwise, where did all this money go? We need a proper accounting."

Bennett smiled slightly, oozing confidence, "Indeed, a thorough explanation is due!"

He looked at my dad with an inscrutable expression. "Mr. Wilburn, let's have a clear and detailed account, shall we?"

His ambiguous statement left everyone unsure how to interpret it was it an accusation, encouragement, or dissatisfaction? No one could really tell. They all continued to focus intently on my dad, waiting to see what would unfold. Their gazes were piercing. Even sitting next to my dad, I clenched my fists with nerves.

I had never seen my dad under such a barrage of questioning before. I felt both angry and sad for him.

With a calm gesture, my dad signaled his secretary, who promptly distributed a set of documents to everyone in the room.

The only sound was the flipping of pages.

I grabbed the document and started to read it intently-it was a clear and detailed financial statement.

But the more I read, the faster my heart raced. This document...