Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 336

Chapter 336

He took a deep breath, excitement shining in his eyes-Clara really didn't get the ins and outs of business.

"Clara, how much are you planning to sell it for?"

Clara smirked a little. "Not too much, maybe two billion. That sounds about right, doesn't it?"

Given the land's valuation in that area, her price wasn't off the mark.

Greysen chuckled. "You want to make a bet with me? What if | manage to sell that land?"

"In that case, I'll have Ryan transfer seven percent of the shares to you, and you'll be running the company."

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Greysen's brow furrowed. Seven percent? Had Tyler already sold his shares to Ryan? But such deals were

supposed to be public, and he hadn't seen any records.

Clara seemed to catch on to his thoughts. "The shares are in trust with an institution right now. Tyler and |

agreed-whoever sells the land gets the deal."

Greysen laughed to himself. These siblings were still too green. That land had been held for years, its value

shooting up, especially with the Dawson family's influence. And she was asking for just two billion?

He left right away, getting in touch with Victory Capital.

Darrick had been hiding at hfor years. Even at parties, he'd find ssecluded spot because of his eye

condition, which made him paranoid and insecure.

When he heard Greysen's pitch, his remaining eye darted around.

Greysen kept pushing. "Mr. Dawson, believe me, that land is a goldmine! If it's not, I'll sell all my shares to make

it up to you!"

Darrick hated Clara deeply, his anger making his chest rise and fall. His room was a shrine of sorts, plastered

with secretly snapped photos of Clara, like the lair of an obsessed stalker.

He reached out slowly, driving a dagger into Clara's photo. He'd waited forever for this moment.

Greysen chimed in again, "Plus, we have another ace up our sleeve, right? Clara's going to lose big this time."

Darrick laughed darkly, pulling the dagger and photo off the wall. "Buy it."

A spark of ambition flared in Greysen's eyes. He'd dreamed of taking over the company for nearly ten years.

With Johnny gone, his dream was closer than ever.

In just three days, Clara sold the land. Two billion, every cent accounted for.

Ryan never doubted her decisions, but seeing Greysen's smug grin, he couldn't help but ask, a bit downcast,

"Clara, am | packing up my office today?"

Greysen stood nearby, a triumphant grin plastered on his face.

"Of course, you're moving out. This is my turf now! You two can go as far away as you want. Ryan, you're better

off lounging at home. Business isn't your game."