*Thirty percent of the shares—gone just like that.*
Andrea was taken aback by Mr. Harrison's swift compliance.
His lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.
Gritting his teeth, he too signed the document.
When he set the pen down, his face had aged visibly, as though he had just carved out a piece of his own flesh.
Aiston had the agreements returned to Sinclair and Camilla, his demeanor calm and courteous.
"Mr. Luther, Mrs. Luther, please review the documents to ensure everything meets your expectations."
Camilla lifted her eyes and offered Aiston a faint, polite smile.
"You're too kind, Count.
It was merely a wager, after all."
Ramsey stepped forward and collected the signed agreements.
Thirty percent of the shares from two major conglomerates—that's an astronomical sum by any measure.
And this woman just tossed it out so casually?
Kiara's lips twitched.
Talk about first-world problems.
