Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 222

A transfer of shares was a major event affecting the entire group; it couldn't be taken lightly.

York was an extremely domineering man to begin with. For Jonathan to transfer his shares without so much as a word was, in essence, a show of disrespect for him as the head of the family. His anger was completely justified.

Stephanie sat quietly at the table, her mind a bit of a blur.

When Jonathan had transferred the shares to her, had the Vasquez family really been completely in the dark?

She had assumed that Ironhold Investment Group’s legal department would have at least reported it to York, the chairman.

It seemed Jonathan had intentionally kept it from him.

Stephanie looked at Jonathan, puzzled.

He must have known that once this came out, York would give him hell. So why did he still do it?

Given Jonathan's usual cunning, he wouldn't typically create such unnecessary trouble for himself.

Silence hung over the living room. No one dared to cross York when he was in this state.

Even Mrs. Vasquez Sr. was too stunned to react immediately.

Under the table, Patricia discreetly kicked Mark.

Mark immediately piped up, “Dad! My brother is being ridiculous! You might as well give all the shares to me! I’ll run the company in the future! I’m sure I’ll do just as good a job as him!”

Hearing this, Cora covered her mouth and let out a snicker.

“Such big words from a little boy who’s still wet behind the ears. Jonathan at least has the skills to manage a company. What do you have? A toy box full of action figures? Or the brute strength to dig in the dirt?”

Mark could tell Cora's words were not complimentary and glared at her fiercely. “You…”

Patricia’s face turned cold. “Cora, my son is still young! When he grows up, he’ll be a great man! He will surely help his father carry his burdens!”

“Is that so…” Cora didn't seem to think so.

What did Patricia gain from all her efforts to bear York a son?

If York truly valued Mark, he would have given him shares in Ironhold Investment Group the day he was born.

But now the boy was five or six years old, and few people even knew of his existence. Patricia was the only one blind to York's true feelings.

Seeing the two of them bickering at the dinner table, York's face darkened.

With a loud thud, he slammed his palm on the table. “Both of you, be quiet!”

The two fell silent at once, and a hush fell over the room.

Everyone wore different expressions. York turned his gaze to Jonathan. “The shares. I want a reasonable explanation!”

Mrs. Vasquez Sr. immediately spoke up. “It’s not such a big deal. After all, Stephanie is one of us now.”