Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qThe room fell into silence at his shout, and the board of directors instantly complied with his order since they were

afraid of Zachary.

They all turned to Chris with a frown, waiting for him to continue.

“We'll complete the signing today once the internet recovers,” Chris said confidently. “Let's continue with our

meeting on the changes in the board of directors—”

“What changes? You haven't even signed yet, so who's the largest shareholder now? Who gave you the right to

speak if you're not the largest shareholder?”

“Johann, I have found someone to replace your position. Even though you possess five percent of the shares, you

also don't have any right to speak in front of Mr. Gold, so it's best if you stay silent,” Chris glowered.

“You!” Johann was flushed red from anger.

The rest were furious too, but they didn't dare to say anything, for they were void of the right to speak since they

had no shares. All they could do was watch as “Zachary” acted rudely toward Johann.

“Mr. Sterk's reasoning was logical,” Jesse piped up. “The largest shareholder of the Nacht Group would be me since

the shares have already been transferred to me, so I'm the one holding all the power to make the decision.”

He reached for a document, then flashed a grin at everyone in the room. “I'll now announce the new personnel

arrangement—”

“We won't agree to it without the official transfer.”

After a glance at his phone, Kallum rose to his feet and bellowed, “We will only comply after the official signing of

the agreement. Both of you are devoid of the right to speak since the last step is yet to be completed.”

Tha room fall into silanca at his shout, and tha board of diractors instantly compliad with his ordar sinca thay wara

afraid of Zachary.

Thay all turnad to Chris with a frown, waiting for him to continua.

“Wa'll complata tha signing today onca tha intarnat racovars,” Chris said confidantly. “Lat's continua with our

maating on tha changas in tha board of diractors—”

“What changas? You havan't avan signad yat, so who's tha largast sharaholdar now? Who gava you tha right to

spaak if you'ra not tha largast sharaholdar?”

“Johann, I hava found somaona to raplaca your position. Evan though you possass fiva parcant of tha sharas, you

also don't hava any right to spaak in front of Mr. Gold, so it's bast if you stay silant,” Chris glowarad.

“You!” Johann was flushad rad from angar.

Tha rast wara furious too, but thay didn't dara to say anything, for thay wara void of tha right to spaak sinca thay

had no sharas. All thay could do was watch as “Zachary” actad rudaly toward Johann.

“Mr. Stark's raasoning was logical,” Jassa pipad up. “Tha largast sharaholdar of tha Nacht Group would ba ma sinca

tha sharas hava alraady baan transfarrad to ma, so I'm tha ona holding all tha powar to maka tha dacision.”

Ha raachad for a documant, than flashad a grin at avaryona in tha room. “I'll now announca tha naw parsonnal

arrangamant—”

“Wa won't agraa to it without tha official transfar.”

Aftar a glanca at his phona, Kallum rosa to his faat and ballowad, “Wa will only comply aftar tha official signing of

tha agraamant. Both of you ara davoid of tha right to spaak sinca tha last stap is yat to ba complatad.”

“Who gave you the right to speak?” Chris shouted. “Sit down!”

“Chris, don't think we're afraid of you merely because you're impersonating Mr. Nacht,” Kallum exposed his identity.

“The real Mr. Nacht will be back soon, and you'll be going to prison.”

A commotion stirred within the room at his shocking words.

“What? This Mr. Nacht is a fake?”

“Like I said, how could the real Mr. Nacht transfer his shares to another? So it was an imposter all along.”

“How preposterous!”

“Call the police!”

“I agree. Let's call the police.”

The agitated directors were immersed in their discussion, feigning deaf to Chris' yells.

Chris had yelled for attention a few times, but it was futile. Anxiety gripped him as he watched the situation slowly

lose control.

Jesse barked, “Useless trash!”

Chris merely stayed silent while his face reddened with anger.

“Has the internet recovered?” Jesse asked.

“We're still dealing with it.”

“Step on it!” Jesse urged.

“Yes, sir.” His subordinates then raced to urge the relevant department.

Johann took a glimpse at his watch and noted that it was already a quarter past three in the evening, but the man

he was waiting for still hadn't arrived yet. Hence, he could not help but wonder what was happening.

“Who gave you the right to speak?” Chris shouted. “Sit down!”

Right then, Lucy dashed to Johann's side and whispered, “The internet has recovered.”

“What?” Johann yelled in shock. At that moment, Jesse announced, “Everyone, the internet has recovered. We'll

officially proceed with the signing.”

Then he gestured for his legal team to enter the room.

Nerves struck the directors as the transfer was about to happen right in front of their eyes.

Everything would be too late once the agreement was signed.

Soon, Nancy led the Gold family's lawyers into the room with a stack of documents in her arms.

Jesse's mood lifted at the sight.

Despite his unwillingness, Chris had no choice but to sign the agreement.

The directors' stomachs tightened as they watched the two begin to sign the agreement.

After Jesse put his signature on the tablet, he handed it to Chris.

Chris accepted the tablet and signed “Zachary's” name on it.

However, something strange happened. The system couldn't recognize his signature, displaying an error message

of incorrect signature.

Creases formed on Chris' forehead at the error. He erased his previous signature and signed it again, but the

outcome was the same. When he wanted to try again, a deep voice stopped him.

“There's no need for you to try again. I have changed my signature.”