Chapter 213: Nathan Fawcett Suddenly Appears
Miles Prescott said, "You’re not wrong, but we all know what kind of person Ethan Linden is. He has zero respect for his own sister-in-law—he even covets her... And that’s not all. He didn’t even show up when the old chairman passed away.
This company was the old chairman’s life’s work. I refuse to stand by and let it be handed over to someone so unreliable!
I can’t just watch the company be destroyed! You used to be just as adamant, weren’t you? I thought that despite our differences, our goal was the same: to do what’s best for the company!
So why the sudden change of heart? Did Ethan Linden offer you something?"
Hearing this, Chairman Grant retorted, "Don’t you dare slander me."
Miles Prescott ignored him and seized the opportunity to address the room. "Everyone here is a shareholder. The company’s interests are your interests. None of us want to see the company in trouble, and none of us would be willing to hand it over to someone whose background we know nothing about.
According to my recent investigation, when the old chairman divorced his wife, she took their child and left. Their relationship has been terrible for years. Who’s to say this son hasn’t returned to get revenge on the old chairman?
My father treated you all well when he was here, didn’t he? So, what? Are you really going to let the old chairman be unable to rest in peace?"
The company’s board members held the voting power on this issue.
Miles Prescott had dedicated himself to the company for years, as had Charles Prescott.
So he began to play the sympathy card.
At his words, hesitation flickered across everyone’s faces, and they glanced toward Chairman Grant.
Chairman Grant had been in contact with them over the past few days.
He wanted Ethan Linden to take over the Fawcett family enterprise.
They were on good terms with Chairman Grant. As veterans who had long worked for the company’s success, they were inclined to support him. They also felt that since it was the old chairman’s company, his son deserved consideration.
It was only natural that his son should inherit it.
But now, after hearing what Miles Prescott had to say, they were all hesitating.
Everyone was aware of Miles and Charles Prescott’s capabilities.
Furthermore, the new energy vehicles Charles Prescott had developed in recent years had already captured a significant market share. The two of them were completely dedicated to the company. Siding with them seemed like the most logical choice.
Now, Miles Prescott’s speech had moved them.
Seeing that his words had resonated with them, Miles Prescott was gratified. "For the past few years, Charles and I have been striving to make this company bigger and stronger. Our goal isn’t just to become the nation’s largest auto company—we want to expand internationally...
A leadership change would have a huge impact on our operations. I believe that’s not what my father would have wanted to see, either. So I hope you will all support us."
Miles Prescott’s ambitious words stirred excitement in the room, and applause broke out. Just then, the conference room door was pushed open, and someone entered.
Seeing this, Chairman Grant stood up. ’It must be Nathan Fawcett.’
Miles Prescott remained seated, unmoving.
’He knew Ethan Linden had Chairman Grant’s support, but he didn’t believe the man could pull any tricks!’
He just sat calmly in his chair, ready to watch the show.
However, in the next second, he and Charles Prescott, who was sitting beside him, were both stunned. The entire conference room was frozen in shock.
There, standing in the doorway, was Nathan Fawcett—the man who had supposedly died years ago. Beside him stood Anne Sutton.
His appearance was all too familiar to everyone present.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at Nathan Fawcett.
Charles Prescott was among them, equally stunned...
He stared at the man in the doorway...
’It really is him!’
Chairman Grant was also surprised to see Nathan Fawcett looking like this.
’He hadn’t expected Nathan to make his appearance in this condition.’
He had known all along that Ethan Linden was Nathan Fawcett, but seeing Nathan revert to his weak and frail state was still a surprise.
Nathan Fawcett surveyed the people in the conference room as he walked to his seat, supported by Butler Walters and Anne Sutton.
He glanced at the crowd and sat down.
It took Miles Prescott a long moment to react. "You’re..."
’Nathan Fawcett is dead!’
’This person can’t possibly be Nathan Fawcett!’
Chairman Fawcett himself had been the one to announce the news.
’How could Nathan Fawcett have come back to life?’
’There’s no way his body could have held on for so long!’
Charles Prescott glanced at Anne Sutton, who was standing beside Nathan. He was utterly bewildered. Anne didn’t look at him; her gaze was fixed solely on Nathan Fawcett.
Charles Prescott’s hand gripped the armrest of his chair. This reality was too sudden, too much to take in.
’He had just seen Anne yesterday and heard nothing about this. She had been so calm... Was it because Nathan was alive all along?’
’Is he really alive?’
’No wonder Ethan Linden had his power of attorney...’
Hearing Miles’s question, Nathan Fawcett looked at him and said, "What, I go away to recover for a few years and my own brother doesn’t recognize me?"
The way he said "brother" was painfully familiar to Miles Prescott—even his tone was identical.
Miles Prescott was stunned. After a few seconds, he remembered where he was and denied it vehemently. "Everyone knows Nathan is gone! You’re not Nathan!"
Miles Prescott’s words snapped the others back to reality. Though the man looked like Nathan Fawcett, they realized he couldn’t be the real thing.
Hearing this, Anne Sutton let out a cold laugh. "If he isn’t Nathan as you claim, Brother, then why don’t you tell us who he is?"
"Where’s Ethan Linden?" Miles Prescott demanded. "He was supposed to be here today, wasn’t he?"
Nathan Fawcett coughed lightly twice. "He’s already returned to Veridia. My health has been poor recently, so I had him handle some matters on my behalf. If it weren’t for that, I would never have seen what certain people in this company are really made of. I wouldn’t have seen President Sterling’s true colors, for instance. Right?"
The way Nathan Fawcett spoke was completely different from Ethan Linden.
Ethan Linden had always been courteous, but Nathan Fawcett was anything but.
After all, he had always been the Fawcett family’s little tyrant.
The board members had always been wary of him.
Miles Prescott retorted, "A dead man can’t come back to life. What kind of joke is this?"
"Who told you I was dead?" Nathan Fawcett looked up at Miles Prescott. "What, did you see my body with your own two eyes?"
Hearing this, Charles Prescott froze. He stared at the man before him in disbelief, then his eyes flickered to Anne Sutton.
He saw how intently Anne was watching Nathan...
’If this man is Nathan Fawcett, then what was all that about Ethan Linden wanting to be with Anne? What did that mean?’
’So, Father was right. This person isn’t Nathan Fawcett!’
’He can’t be!’
Charles Prescott spoke up. "What proof do you have that you’re Nathan Fawcett? I say you’re not Nathan Fawcett—you’re Ethan Linden! Uncle," he said, his tone sharp, "going this far just to inherit the Fawcett family fortune, isn’t that a bit much? Do you take us all for fools?"
Hearing Charles’s accusation, Nathan Fawcett gave him a cold, hard look...