"Equity transfer documents for The Larsen Grand!" Hank's eyes widened in utter disbelief.
He looked at them with pure envy. "Incredible, man. You two are actually shareholders in this hotel now?"
"Technically, Mira is the shareholder now. Not me," Owen corrected with a helpless sigh.
"Isn't it the same thing?"
"How is it the same? I'm going to have to work twice as hard now, otherwise everyone's going to call me a kept man."
"Are you saying you're not?" Hank teased.
"Give me a break. I haven't leeched off her once, I swear. I've been neglecting my own company while Mira works me to the bone like a pack mule," Owen said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Hank chuckled. "Is that right? It's tough having such a brilliant partner, huh?"
Owen was about to nod in agreement when Hank added, "Want me to take on some of that burden for you?"
"In your dreams!" Owen snapped, his fists clenching instantly.
"You two can joke all you want, but leave me out of it!" Mira hissed through gritted teeth.
Both men immediately clamped their mouths shut, too terrified to utter another word.
Hank glanced back and saw the server turning to leave. He quickly grabbed the man's arm. "Are you guys still selling equity? I want in."
Mira smirked. "We paid a hundred million for a one-percent stake. You still want in?"
"Hell yes. I'd pay two hundred million for it without blinking."
It was clear that shares in The Larsen Grand were worth their weight in gold.
The server just shook his head firmly. Money alone couldn't buy a stake in this hotel.
Finally, Owen intervened. "Let it go, man. They're not selling anymore."
"Then how did you guys get it?" Hank demanded, staring at Owen.


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