The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1627



A servant entered and reported, "Madam Yimmel, the Lanecorp board rejected our demand to oust Helen Lane... They insist that they have no right to demand her resignation because she's now the biggest individual shareholder of Lanecorp."

"What?!"

Yora was stunned and slammed her palm on the table as she sprang to her feet. "Nonsense! I'm Mark's proxy, and that means I have more shares than Helen! I'm the majority shareholder of Lanecorp, not her! I have the veto here!"

"Yes, ma'am, we've already looked into it..."

The servant kept his head lowered, wiping the sweat off his brow as he continued, "But just yesterday, Fleur Lang signed off all her shares to Helen Lane for some reason. That propels Helen Lane to majority shareholder with a single stroke..."

The servant trailed off, and everyone in the conference room was sharp enough to sense Yora's flaring rage.

"That bitch! How dare she... She stabbed me in the back!"

Yora slammed her palm on the table again.

She was just mocking Fleur Lang for being an idiot for falling for her lies, but it turned out Fleur had transferred all her shares to Helen?!

That was undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face!

While she was unaware that Fleur was forced to transfer her shares to Helen, Yora was left seething after losing the entire game for one bad move.

If she had known, she would have kept Fleur under control and ideally forced her to give up her shares.

It was certainly too late for regrets

now-with majority control of

Lanecorp's shares denied, control of

Lanecorp also slipped out of Yora's

fingers... and the Southstream

Lanes', for that matter.

Yora was just bragging that their risk was worth it too and pointed out that with Lanecorp's current prosperity, taking over the company meant they would establish themselves in Zamri.

It did not matter what anyone said at that point-the Yimmels just had keep their foot down, and they would make something for themselves on

the

east coast.

However, those dreams for the future were nothing but fantasy because of a single piece of paper.

In fact, everything that Yora had done now only got her into an awkward position, and she could somehow imagine Helen's smug smile.

What need would she have for the Southstream Lanes if she could not take Lanecorp from them?

The measly businesses unaffiliated with Lanecorp never caught Yora's eye, and she was especially eager to get her hands on their farm resort in Riverton.

That business was a golden goose, raking in a billion in profits every month.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

As such, Yora was absolutely furious that she could do nothing but watch as that goose drifted further away from her grasp...

However, while the Yimmels were all trading glances, Yora's phone started ringing.

She snapped her fingers to have a servant bring it to her, and disappointment showed on her face when she saw that it was Dorek.

In her mind, her great-grandson must have caused trouble somehow, as it was a routine for him to call her and ask her to clean up after him whenever he did.