Desperate Lovers

Chapter 349 The Brat Was Too Crafty!

James put down his cup and interrupted her, "Auntie, as my father had said, you can bring straight up

whatever you wonder with me, as it's not like I am a horrible devil."

"Well, since you have said that way, I would look hollow if I don't ask." Amy sat down with a much-

relieved look, "Then let me be straight."

James took off his coat, handed it to a servant, and gestured her to go on.

"Your grandpa went to us today out of blue to ask for our shares in the Harvey Group in order to

transfer twenty-five percent to you. Is that true?" Amy lowered her tone.

James nodded.

Thwack!

Amy smacked her hand down onto the table before she stood up and snapped, "James, have you

forgotten who should take credit for your present position as the president? You are literally pushing me

to Ralphie's ...."

Before she could finish, a string of rings burst out.

"The little coquette is calling; the little coquette is calling...With no one answering, the little coquette

would get angry!"

It's from Jason's cellphone.

With a scowl, Amy grabbed Jason's cellphone in a sudden when he was about to answer it and then

smashed it on the ground followed with a few treads on it. "A coquette's child is always looking for

another coquette. That's interesting!"

"Amy, I'm afraid you have gone too far." Jason stared at his phone with cracks on the screen, his look

darkening.

Wilson intervened to lighten the atmosphere, making sure the two would not argue again and then

asked James with a smiling face, "James, one should not go against his conscience. It's not decent for

you to deal with us like this in a twinkling since we have rescued you from Lawson's outrage not long

before!"

"Uncle, did you protect me from his outrage, or just protect your own interests? I think you know it well,"

James replied with a faint smile.

Wilson was stunned for a moment and sighed, "It's meaningless for you to quibble over this. The fact is

we did do you a favor regardless of our purposes."

Without a reply, James picked up the teapot to pour him another cup of tea and took a sip.

"James, as your aunt said, what you are doing is actually pushing us to Ralphie! Think about it, if ...."

James put down his cup and interrupted him, "Uncle and auntie, I hadn't finished my words yet, so

what's your rush?"

"Since you have acknowledged that you want a twenty-five percent stake, what's the difference even if

we let you finish?" If it's not for James's ability to make a profit, she would never cooperate with him!

The brat was too crafty!

You never knew when you would get set up by him!

"Auntie, please don't be annoyed. We can talk it over." James poured a cup of tea and handed it to

Amy.

She stared at him with a frown, yet still took the cup. After a sip, she slammed the cup down on the

table.

"Auntie, I wonder that do you think I'm going too far by holding a twenty-five percent stake taking my

contributions to the company into account," James said.

Jason kept silent with a glum face. After the other three had a look at each other, Wilson said mildly,

"Of course we don't. But isn't it a bit unfair to ask us to give up the fifteen percent stake?"

"This is the problem," James answered.

Wilson took a glimpse at his two sisters and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I demanded a twenty-five percent stake, but I never asked grandpa to take it from you," James

answered.

Miranda broke her long silence, "Likewise, I have a unique treasure, and you demand it from a thief.

But when I ask you, you deny having asked the thief to steal it from me. James, there's a contradiction

in your defense."

"What if the treasure is not unique?" James said slowly,

"!"

His remarks sounded like a bolt from the blue to everyone in the room, and even Jason turned to

James with an astonished look.

James went on, "Last time the police came to our company to do the books, it turned out that I had

embezzled more than a billion dollars over the past few years. I guess you should remember it,

shouldn't you?"

As brilliant as they were, they tumbled to the point on hearing what he had said.

Amy was shocked, "Do you mean ...the pool of money was used by your grandpa to buy shares in the

Harvey Group? But with such a little money, how could he buy twenty-five percent of the shares?"

"A deficit of over one billion dollars on the books doesn't equal a lack of just over one billion in fact,"

James said meaningfully. "There's no need to explain it in detail, is there?"

It's not difficult to cook the books in the company at all.

With such big news falling on them all of a sudden, the group needed some time to get used to it.

Amy said with a complex expression, "But I have checked the shares under your grandpa's name, not

as much."

"Auntie, do you think grandpa would be seen through so easily if he had a last resort?" James added, Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

"They are all held by the retail investors with no apparent connection with him."

Amy got surprised again. She swore mutely, what a crafty fox Lawson was! Then she asked

subconsciously, "So how did you know that?"

"Auntie, I think there's little need for me to report it to you, isn't there?" James squinted with a bit of

coldness in his eyes.

Realizing she had asked too much, Amy shook her head, yet her mind unsettled for quite a long time.

The others didn't speak as well, all with mysterious looks.

Particularly Jason, as James's father, he knew nothing about what James had done. Since when did

the kid holding his thigh and begging him for a trip to the amusement park become so

powerful?