He Left Me For His Pregnant Ex, So I Took Everything Chapter 10

He Left Me For His Pregnant Ex, So I Took Everything Chapter 10

Miles panicked. *Chairwoman Stirling, don’t be rash.*

I looked at him. *Miles, if you bring someone like this to me again, your board seat will be on the line too.*

He shut up instantly.

Mrs. Harrington stood. *Scarlett Stirling, you’ll come begging.*

I said, *Get in line.*

She paused at the door and turned back. *At least Garrett knows how to respect his elders. You’re nowhere near him.*

I laughed. *And that’s why he lost his company.*

Mrs. Harrington stormed out.

That afternoon, Garrett came to see me.

*You shouldn’t have turned down the Harringtons so hard.*

*Now you’re speaking for them?*

*I’m thinking of Garrison Group.*

*Garrett, is that how you always operated? Whoever brings money gets a seat at your table?*

He looked away, embarrassed. *I’m just saying—business doesn’t run on emotion.*

*Let me remind you—Garrison Group isn’t yours to run anymore.*

He stared at me. “Your father’s old contract—the Vances have a copy.
Aren’t you worried they’ll use it against you?”

“Afraid of what?”

“That the Stirlings took advantage of a crisis back then.”

My smile cooled. “Garrett, who fed you that line?”

He didn’t answer.

But I already knew.

Mrs. Vance. She was finally playing her last old card.

The Vances hosted a dinner with their late patriarch’s old friends.

When I arrived, Mrs. Vance was already holding court.

“When Garrison Group was struggling, the Vances held on by sheer will. The Stirlings just threw in a little money. Now Scarlett Stirling is using her shares to push Garrett out. It’s heartbreaking.”

The older guests looked at me with cold eyes.

Garrett stood nearby, silent.

I asked him, “You agree with that?”

His throat moved. “Scarlett, these are elders. Just sit down first.”

“I asked if you agree.”

Mrs. Vance cut in. “Stop bullying him. Garrett is soft-hearted, but that doesn’t mean the Vances don’t have a case.”

I placed a file on the table. “Then let’s talk facts.”

Mrs. Vance sneered. “More fake documents?”

I opened it.

“The first round of funding for Garrison Group—thirty million. The Stirlings provided the capital. The Vances promised to buy it back in five years. If they couldn’t, it converted to equity.”

One of the older gentlemen picked it up and examined it. “This is real. I’ve seen this before.”

Mrs. Vance’s face went pale.

I continued, “The second document is a handwritten thank-you letter from your late husband to my father.”

The older gentleman read aloud: “Without Brother Stirling’s help, Garrison Group would have collapsed long ago.”

Mrs. Vance squirmed. “That was just polite talk!”

I looked at her. “The third document is an equity confirmation your husband signed before he passed. You never brought it out because you didn’t want Garrett to know the Stirlings always had a stake.”

Garrett whipped toward his mother. “Mom, is that true?”

Mrs. Vance couldn’t meet his eyes. “Your father was sick. He didn’t know what he was signing.”

The older gentleman set the letter down. “Eleanor, that’s going too far. Garrett’s father was perfectly clear-headed then.”

Whispers started around the table.

Mrs. Vance slammed the table. “Even if it’s true, Scarlett married Garrett. All of it should belong to the Vances anyway!”

I said, “So you saw marriage as an acquisition.”

Garrett closed his eyes. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me?”

She shouted, “I did it for you!”

I looked at the mother and son. “Garrett, you always said you had no choice. Now do you see? Your whole family believes other people’s property belongs to you.”

He didn’t argue.

I stood. “I’m calling an emergency shareholders’ meeting tomorrow.”

Mrs. Vance looked up. “What are you going to do?”

“Make Garrison Group officially change hands.”

The emergency shareholders’ meeting was bigger than the first one.

Mrs. Vance came.

Ruby came.

Mrs. Harrington came.

None of them had voting rights, but they all fought for front-row seats.

I didn’t stop them. Some faces look better in full view.

Miles Montgomery spoke first. “On the board restructuring, I support Chairwoman Stirling’s plan.”

Garrett sat on the right, expressionless.

I asked, “Any objections, Mr. Vance?”

He stared at the document. “I reserve my opinion.”

Mrs. Vance couldn’t hold back. “Garrett, say something! Garrison Group can’t fall into her hands!”

Ruby tugged his sleeve. “Garrett, you can’t just give up.”

He pulled his arm away. “This is a shareholders’ meeting.”

Ruby froze.

I signaled Lawyer Davis to read.

“First, remove Garrett Vance from the chairmanship, retain his director status pending financial review.”

“Second, appoint Scarlett Stirling as Chairwoman of Garrison Group.”

“Third, establish an independent audit committee to review all related-party transactions over the past two years.”

With every line, Mrs. Vance’s face twisted further.

Mrs. Harrington sneered, “Chairwoman Stirling plays hardball.”

I looked at her. “Mrs. Harrington, as an observer, please remain quiet.”