The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1622

Chapter 1622

When it came to psychological battles, Yasmine was no pushover.

Robin's ability to endure for so many years demonstrated the depth of his mental fortitude. But as humans, we all had our weaknesses. Furthermore, Robin's intentions were clear as day. Taking him down wasn't going to be a difficult task.

The old man's silence, coupled with the subtle signs of unease emanating from Robin, brought a faint smile to Yasmine's eyes. "Shall we wrap this up?

The Global Economic Summit is about to start. I don't mind Mr. Presley and Mr. Robin attending as representatives. But as for the share distribution, I think we can leave it for another day."

As she spoke, she started to wheel herself away. However, a loud "bang"

sounded from behind her as Robin slammed his hand on the table.b2 All eyes turned to him.

"Since when did you start making the decisions for the corporation?"

Yasmine had her back turned to him at that moment, and upon hearing his words, a wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Turning around, she smiled and said, "It seems like you're really determined to get your brother's shares today, aren't you?"

Robin scoffed, “And what if I am?"

The old man's face darkened slightly.

Robin continued, "Damon is now completely focused on your darling daughter, and Nathan, as usual, couldn't care less about the company. Since he has his older brother to rely on, he's been living like a spoiled brat. If not me, who else is worthy of these shares?"

Yasmine chuckled, "So it sounds like you're the only one left. All those more competent than you have been kicked out of the company, and those meant to die have died. So the shares can only go to you."

Her words were certainly thought-provoking.

"You're talking nonsense!” The previously silent Presley suddenly shouted, his cane thumping loudly on the floor.

Yasmine's words were a thinly veiled accusation. Robin had killed his own brother and sister-in-law, and kicked his nephews while they were down, all for the sake of gaining power. He refused to believe his son was capable of such terrible deeds.

Everyone's heads lowered even more.

Yasmine's claims were audacious and baseless. No one would be happy hearing such accusations. Furthermore, Robin's position as chairman was handed to him by Presley himself in front of everyone. If Yasmine's claims were true, then had he been manipulated by his own son?

In the end, without evidence, all this talk was pointless.

However, Yasmine didn't seem like the type to throw baseless accusations. If she was telling the truth, then... Though everyone kept their heads down, they exchanged meaningful glances.

The meeting room was very quiet, and the old man's somewhat heavy voice, which carried a tinge of anger, sounded especially distinct.

Robin abruptly stood up again, his usually calm and gentle face filled with emotions. Outrage provoked by Yasmine aside, he was now faced with Royce, who should have been dead but was standing there unscathed.

The plane had been completely destroyed, and none of the crew survived.

Even though they hadn't found his and Yasmine's bodies at the time, given the severity of the crash, he never doubted that they could have survived.

The only possibility was...

He couldn't continue that thought. Because that possibility, added to his guilt, made it impossible for him to remain calm.

“Royce, how..."

"How am I still alive?” Royce's expression was placid, and his tone flat. It was hard to tell what he was thinking at the moment, but the more it was like this, the more it made Robin feel uneasy.

Despite his years of restraint, Robin couldn't hide his emotions. His expression changed slightly, and the hand he had on the table clenched into a fist. "It's... It's good that you're all right."

Royce didn't spare him another glance. He turned to the elderly man, his expression as calm as ever. "If life and death mean nothing to you, and you're utterly disappointed in me, then me going back to the Harper family would only be a thorn in your side. In fact, whether I have those shares or not doesn't matter to me."

He paused, shifting his gaze to Robin. "Speak up about what you want and what you cherish. As your older brother, I may very well satisfy your wish. If you want the shares, take them all. Look out for our father in the future, will you? If any issues arise, don't hesitate to contact me”