Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 1213

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1213

Hendrick dared not imagine what the Youngs would do if the worst had indeed happened to Hannah while she was undergoing the blood transfusion. More importantly, when the Blackwood family came to demand Hannah’s return, what answer could he possibly give them?

Hendrick fixed a piercing gaze on Fabian for a long time, speechless. Fury burned within the depths of his dark eyes. Hendrick said nothing, but his eyes were accusing. What if something had happened to Hannah then? Would you have been able to bear that responsibility?

Fabian met Hendrick’s gaze unflinchingly. He was well aware of the reproach in Hendrick’s eyes.

“Why don’t you look at the second document?” Fabian said gently. He nudged another stack of documents into Hendrick’s hands.

Hendrick picked it up, weighing it in his hands. This set of documents was much thicker than the marriage papers he’d just seen. It consisted of at least ten pages.

Hendrick held it up. It proclaimed in bold, black letters: Phoenix Group, Share Transfer Agreement.

Jason peeked over from the side. When he’d made out what the letters read, his nostrils flared in astonishment and his jaw dropped. Jason would have yelped if he hadn’t had the decency to hold himself back.

Phoenix Group’s shares? Hendrick may not have fully grasped the significance of the documents, but it was not lost on Jason. As the heir to the Goldstein Family’s business and fortune, Jason was completely awed by Fabian’s prowess.

What a guy! Jason thought admiringly. He felt entirely affirmed in his worship of Fabian.

What else can I say? Let me sit at your feet for the rest of your life, Fabian! Jason feverishly vowed. Only Fabian could hand over shares belonging to the biggest company ever without batting an eyelid. Then again, nobody else would have such a unique combination of capability and boldness in the first place.

Hendrick could nonetheless feel the gravity of the Phoenix Group’s stamp that these simple A4 papers belied. He felt a tinge of exhilaration as he slowly turned each page.