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“Just tell me how much, and I’ll sell them to you.”
Katrina sprang to her feet, her face flushed with anger, and pped Joyce hard.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“Yes, I’m crazy!” Joyce shouted back.
“I need Milo in my life—he makes me feel alive, like a real woman! I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him! So, either you give me the money, or I’m selling the shares. The choice is yours!” After her outburst, Joyce turned her attention to Dani, waiting for a response.
Dani realized this was the moment she had been anticipating. Smiling faintly, she asked, “Joyce, have you forgotten? Those shares were a gift from me.”
Joyce frowned, confused.
“What do you mean? A gift can’t be sold?”
Johan, seated quietly nearby, watched as Dani carefully maneuvered toward her desired oue.
“The shares I gave you can’t be sold,” Dani dered matter-of-factly.
Panic shed across Joyce’s face.
“Why not?” she demanded.
Dani exined, “Because they came with conditions. Imagine if you sold them to someone who could use them against me. I can’t afford to leave myself vulnerable.”
Joyce stood frozen, unable to process what she had just heard.
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Dani added, “And about the dividends…”
Katrina’s face went pale. She feared what Dani would say next.
Dani went on, “Your mother told me not to distribute dividends to you. Since money shouldn’t just sit idle, I reinvested it into thepany’s next research project. There won’t be dividends for the next ten years.”
Katrina’s jaw dropped in disbelief at Dani’s revtion. Snapping back to reality, she eximed, “I only told you to withhold dividends temporarily, not to sink them into investments!”
“You can’t be serious. This ispany money. The funds have to be utilized, so as the majority shareholder, I reinvested them into research. It’s a logical decision based on what you told me. Are you now trying to backtrack?”
Her words hit Katrina like a dagger.
Johan watched in amazement from the sidelines.
Was Dani truly unaware of psychology?
How could someone so seemingly unaware be so skillful at psychological maniption?
Joyce, upon hearing everything, was on the verge of breaking down. She confronted Katrina, crying out, “Mom! Why would you do that? Ten years with no dividends! You did it deliberately, didn’t you? If I don’t do what you want, you make my life a nightmare!” Joyce beat her chest with a loud thud.
“I’m your daughter!
Why are you doing this to me? Why?”
Her voice cracked as she screamed, “Why?”
Katrina moved to exin, but Joyce shoved her away violently, “You’ve never treated me like your daughter.
You’ve only seen me as your puppet.
You want to control me, to manipte me for your entire life. If I don’t follow your orders, you punish me without mercy.
You’re not my mother, not really. I can’t stand it anymore. I never want to be under your control again!”
Katrina shook her head in desperation.
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