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Chapter_210
Whitney’s heart raced as she stormed into Skye Gem Ltd., the news weighing heavily on her mind. The situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. Whispers of betrayal, the imminent sale of the company’s assets—it was all spiraling out of control. She couldn’t let her grandfather’s legacy slip through her fingers so easily, not after everything he had built.
She rushed up to the PR department, where Valerie and Tiana were already huddled over the growing storm. Their faces were grim as they pored over the latest developments, the panic spreading throughout the company.
“What’s going on?” Whitney demanded, her voice sharp but betraying the fatigue she felt.
Tiana handed her the latest updates, her face pale. “Two shareholders are dumping their shares. And the deed to the Skye Gem building… it’s up for auction now. The whole thing is falling apart.”
A cold chill ran down Whitney’s spine. She knew Elaine’s hand was all over this chaos. The woman was doing everything in her power to drag Whitney down, to strip her of everything. And Whitney couldn’t allow it. “I’ll take care of this,” she said, her voice steady, filled with resolve.
She turned to the team, her mind already working on a strategy. “Contact the remaining shareholders. Offer them something—anything—to keep their faith. Get the legal team on stopping the sale of the building, and prepare a formal statement for the press. We need to take charge of this narrative before it spirals any further.”
The team nodded, quickly diving into action. Phones rang, keyboards clicked, and plans started to take shape. Whitney paced the office, her thoughts wandering. Her anger still burned, a fire stoked by Ludwik’s callousness, his abandonment. She wasn’t just fighting for Skye Gem anymore—she was fighting for herself, for her dignity, and for her future.
The phone rang, cutting through her thoughts. It was Bryce.
“Whitney, I heard about the shares and the building. Let me help. I’ll back you up,” his voice was low, earnest, full of concern.
She hesitated, exhaustion pulling at her. “I don’t want you involved, Bryce. This is my fight now.”
“I know. But I’m here if you need me. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
His words were comforting, but they also reminded her of everything she couldn’t afford to lose. She had to stay strong—not just for the company, but for herself and her child.
“Thank you, Bryce. But I’ll manage,” she said, her voice firm, despite the turmoil inside her.
She hung up, immediately refocusing on the task at hand. Her phone buzzed again—this time, it was Valerie.
“They’ve officially listed the building. The clock is ticking. You need to act fast,” Valerie’s message read.
Whitney’s eyes narrowed as she took a deep breath. There was no time to waste. If she didn’t act now, everything her grandfather had worked for would slip away, lost to the highest bidder.
Without hesitation, she grabbed her coat and headed for the door. Tiana and Valerie followed, their faces set with the same determination. Whitney wasn’t going to let anyone, especially not Elaine, tear apart everything she had worked for. She had to stop the sale—and she would use every resource at her disposal to do so.
As they drove toward the Skye Gem building, Whitney’s mind wandered once more—this time, to Ludwik. What did he think of all this? Was he even aware of how far Elaine had pushed things? The image of him throwing the ring into the fire haunted her. And part of her wondered if it had been her own actions that had turned him so bitter.
But that wasn’t her problem anymore. She wasn’t going to be anyone’s pawn—not his, not Elaine’s.
When they arrived, the air inside the building was thick with tension. Shareholders were pacing, glued to their phones, while others gathered in hushed groups, murmuring anxiously.
Whitney didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She marched straight to the head of the table, where the remaining shareholders were assembled, and slammed down a folder. “This ends now,” she declared, her voice commanding.
One of the more vocal shareholders, a tall man with glasses, scoffed. “You’re too late, Ms. Valentine. The deal’s already in motion.”
Whitney met his gaze, unwavering. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
Turning to the others, she continued, her voice cutting through the room. “This company is not for sale. It’s not just about money—it’s about what we’ve built here. What my grandfather built. I’m not letting some opportunist come in and buy up what belongs to all of us.”
She paused, letting her words sink in. The room fell silent, all eyes on her.
“We’ll buy back the shares if necessary. We’ll work out a plan, but we will not lose Skye Gem,” she finished, her resolve clear, unwavering.
The tension in the room was palpable, but Whitney could see the flicker of doubt in the eyes of the shareholders. They were waffling, unsure.
One of the older men, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. “You’re willing to back this company yourself?”
“Yes,” Whitney answered firmly. “I have the resources to do so. I will find a way.”
Another shareholder, a woman with short, curly hair, leaned forward. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“I am,” Whitney replied, her eyes cold with determination. “I will protect what’s mine. All of it.”
The group fell into a hushed deliberation, and slowly, the tide began to shift. The auction for the building was paused, and negotiations started in earnest.
As Whitney walked out of the meeting room, she allowed herself a brief exhale. The weight on her shoulders had lightened, but she knew this was only the beginning. The fight wasn’t over. And she wouldn’t stop until Elaine’s plans were undone.
