Chapter 422

Adrian Blackwood's gaze darkened with calculation as he turned to Mr. Pembroke, forcing a tight smile. "Mr. Pembroke," he began.

"Pembroke, I've reconsidered. I want my shares returned. I'll pay an additional fifteen percent premium. Make it twenty if that's what it takes."

"Not even double would convince me!" Mr. Pembroke scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "The shares belong to Ms. Hartley now. Breaking my word for profit? I'd lose all credibility in business circles."

He accepted the contract copy from Vivian with a polite nod. "Mr. Blackwood, Mrs. Blackwood, if you'll excuse me, I have pressing matters to attend to. I anticipate our future collaborations."

Vivian bit back a smile at his performance. The man was clearly on her side yet maintaining perfect decorum. She inclined her head gracefully. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Pembroke."

As the door closed behind him, a silver-haired executive in a faded blazer stood. "Ms. Hartley," his voice carried quiet determination. "I'll remain to help rebuild. Your mother gave me my first break when no one else would. Richard and the others only cared about quick profits—they destroyed everything she built."

Vivian studied the man's weathered face. She recognized him from the engineering department. Both her research and Ethan's reports confirmed his impeccable record—underpaid yet loyal for decades. She vaguely recalled seeing him at her mother's memorial.

One by one, other employees voiced their commitment to stay.

The tide had turned. With the Blackwood Group's backing, new possibilities emerged.

Vivian produced a document. "Our preliminary development plan. Certain projects require restructuring. Consider this draft open for discussion—I welcome all suggestions." Her gaze swept the room. "Any other business?"

The atmosphere transformed. Where gloom had lingered, now buzzed with animated discussion. Employees who'd judged Vivian based on Richard's disparagement now saw her sharp market analysis and clear vision—nothing like the clueless socialite he'd described.

Several exchanged relieved glances, grateful they'd held their tongues earlier. Some mused that Richard's greatest failures weren't business losses, but the remarkable women he'd underestimated—his ex-wife who'd been his foundation, and Vivian who now revitalized the company he'd run into the ground.

Fortune favors those who recognize its worth.