From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 583

Chapter 583: A Betrayel (Part 2)

When Bobo took her seat at the head of the table, her eyes immediately locked onto Sir Rum. seeing him there, the very person she had concluded an investment deal with only the other day, sent a jolt of ice-cold dread through her veins. He shouldn’t be here. This was a board meeting for the company’s internal directors, not a place for outside investors, especially ones so new to the fold.

Seeing him sitting comfortably among her oldest colleagues, she began to have a very bad feeling. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, suffocating. With all of them gathered there—her trusted team and this new, wealthy stranger—the puzzle pieces began to click together in her mind. She was starting to get a terrifying idea of what could be happening, though a part of her desperately wanted to be wrong.

Bobo placed her hands on the table to steady herself. She decided to cut through the silence and make her position clear immediately.

"Is this some sort of coup that you have decided to do?" Bobo asked, her voice ringing out in the quiet room. She looked from face to face, trying to catch their eyes. "Have you all decided to go against me?"

The reaction from the board members was telling. As they turned around to face her, there was no unified front in their expressions. A couple of them were smiling, a smugness playing on their lips as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Others, however, couldn’t even meet her gaze; they looked away, staring at their papers or the floor, their faces burning with evident shame.

It was Rum who broke the silence, his voice smooth and dangerously calm.

"Oh, it seems the Young Miss has understood the situation a lot quicker than we expected," Sir Rum said, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual dominance. "I thought we might have to explain it in detail, but you are sharp. There is no need for a long explanation."

He gestured around the table at the six other directors. "As you know, each member in here holds five percent shares in your company."

Bobo listened, her heart hammering against her ribs.

"That leaves a total of thirty percent held by this board," Rum continued, acting as if he were teaching a child basic arithmetic. "And do you remember our deal that we signed the other day? In the end, you had placed in an additional investment, and we agreed to place our money in for a total of fifteen percent equity."

He paused for effect, tapping his finger on the polished wood of the table.

"Now, my math isn’t the best, which is odd considering I’m in this line of business," he said with a dry, mocking chuckle. "But there’s no need to be a mathematician when you can get other people to do the work for you, right?"

His smile widened, sharp and predatory. "But if you add our fifteen percent to everyone else’s thirty percent, that adds up to, what? Forty-five percent? So, if we were to group all of our shares together into a single voting block, I think we might have a majority."

Bobo was biting her lip so hard she tasted blood. How could this have happened? Growing up in the family she had, she was no stranger to the concept of betrayal. She knew that in the world of business and high-stakes family politics, there was such a thing as being stabbed in the back. It was a lesson she thought she had learned well.

That was precisely why she had been so careful. She had made a point to never give up the majority control of her company. She had structured it specifically to avoid this nightmare.

And right now, according to her knowledge, she held forty percent. She was the biggest shareholder in her own company, owning half of it outright. Yet, even with that massive stake, the reality of the situation dawned on her. If they grouped together, they formed a massive, opposing force that could overrun her decisions, paralyze the company, or force her hand.

Her mind raced, trying to find the logic in this betrayal. There were a few things that didn’t make sense.

There was no prior link between the members of the board and Sir Rum. These were people she had hired, people she had worked with for years. Surely, they would be more inclined to be in debt to Bobo, the woman who gave them their careers and shares, rather than to a random stranger who had just invested in the company yesterday.

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