Chapter 1187:
Millie’s smile didn’t falter.
Taylor replied coolly, “Come on, let’s not insult each other’s intelligence.”
“Alright.” Jose’s fist tightened, signaling his grudging agreement, though it was obvious he was already scheming his next move against Millie.
“Five times the current price,” Jose announced.
“Final offer.”
Millie’s face didn’t flicker.
Her smile stayed poised and diplomatic, yet her resolve was unshakable.
“Five times is as high as we’ll go. Yaroslav Technology is just a fledgling company. Who can say if it’ll really make it big?” Jose said, raising his voice to drive the point home.
Everyone in the room turned to Millie, waiting for her reaction. Still under their watchful eyes, Millie replied, “Even at five times, I don’t think that’s enough.”
“What is it you want, then?” Jose’s patience snapped.
“Millie, you’re joining the Elliott family!”
Millie’s answer came with that same calm smile.
“You can’t always measure future value with a price tag. Which is why…”
She paused, eyes fixed on Jose.
Jose pressed, “So, what’s your offer?”
“I’ll agree to sell. But only if it’s a share swap for Elliott Group stock,” Millie replied.
From the start, she and Charles had strategized to collect every last piece of Yaroslav Technology’s investment share.
By holding all the investment shares, her stake became incredibly valuable, giving her the leverage to negotiate for exactly what she wanted.
She and Myron had already gone over this plan, and he’d given her his full support.
“What?!”
Jose nearly exploded, and the outrage in the room was impossible to miss.
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“How can we exchange them for Elliott Group’s shares?”
“You want us to trade for shares in a startup? That’s not even a fair comparison!”
Jose was seething, certain that Millie was making things personal.
He pounded the table, stood to face her, and jabbed a finger in accusation.
“Millie, what game are you playing here?”
Millie’s polite smile never wavered.
Taylor jumped in, cool and unbothered.
“Miss Bennett’s terms are clear. If you want those Yaroslav Technology shares, offer up Elliott Group shares in return.”
Jose sneered.
“Who do you think you are?!”
Millie gave no answer, simply holding Jose’s gaze, waiting for him to make a move.
But instead of answering, Jose spun to face Myron, who had sat quietly behind Millie the whole time.
“Myron, are you just going to stand by and let her do this?” Jose demanded.
Myron met Jose’s gaze and said calmly, “Absolutely. I have no objections. Besides, Millie owns those shares. She can make her own decisions on how she wants to sell them.”
Myron’s words rang with blunt honesty.
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