Chapter 214
“I’ll buy your company for 55 million. Your dad can even remain as the chairman,” Carlisle continued.
He meant to use 50 million to purchase the company, with the remaining five million to retain Ryan.
As Daniel had said earlier, Terrence had stolen Ryan’s research papers. This proved that Ryan was an
expert in the semiconductor field.
Thus, spending five million dollars to retain a promising expert like Ryan was an excellent deal for Carlisle.
“Carl, are you sure you’re not joking?”
Daniel’s voice trembled as his eyes reddened.
Carlisle took his phone out and navigated to the bank balance notification. Then, he showed it to Daniel, whose eyes widened at the sight of the nine–digit figure.
Certain he was dreaming, Daniel slapped himself. The stinging pain on his face confirmed that he was not.
So, Carlisle had over two hundred million worth of assets. Even the wealthiest young man in Riverlands, Yuriel, could not come up with that amount.
Seeing Daniel in a daze, Shane became curious about what was displayed on Carlisle’s phone. He peeked over to see, but Carlisle had already put away his phone.
Carlisle asked, “Do you believe me now?”
“I believe you.”
Daniel snapped back to reality. His gaze at Carlisle had changed. There was newfound fervor, reverence,
and respect.
“Carlisle, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to become my godfather! Daniel joked as he extended his hand.
“Call your dad and discuss the matter with him first.”
Carlisle dipped a piece of French fry in mustard before chewing it.
“Okay!”
Daniel immediately called Ryan. However, the call did not go through.
Daniel became anxious.
“He’d typically immediately answer the call. What’s going on with him today?”
Carlisle frowned, muttering, “Could he be thinking of doing something rash while under too much pressure?”
“Damn!”
Daniel was shocked and took off running out of the restaurant.
Carlisle took a wad of bills from his pocket and placed it on the table.
“Shane, settle the bill. I’m going to check on Daniel!”
The two of them sped down the stairs. Carlisle then led Daniel to Francis‘ car.
“Xenos Factory in Cedarbrook!”
Daniel frantically gave the company’s location.
Francis gripped the steering wheel as he accelerated to the maximum speed. After all, Daniel’s home in Cedarbrook was over 37 miles from Riverlands.
It was pitch black at Xenos Factory in Cedarbrook.
A shirtless middle–aged man sat on the top floor of the eight–story building. Next to him was a nearly empty bottle of liquor and a barely touched plate of braised meat.
He was the chairman of Xenos Factory, Ryan, one of the leading semiconductor experts in the country.
It was not an exaggeration to say that over 30% of the domestic unbranded phones used processors developed by Xenos Factory’s technology.
The latest processor they developed was comparable to Nexus Instruments‘ OMAP1710 processor. However, Terrence had stolen his research papers and preemptively filed several patents.
Six months ago, Wind Corporation launched that processor. Within half a year, it had surpassed Xenos Factory significantly.
Under Wind Corporation’s suppression, Xenos Factory had accumulated massive debts and was on the brink of bankruptcy.
This was Ryan’s third time on the rooftop contemplating suicide. He had chickened out the previous times. But that day, he refused to retreat.
Ryan finished the last drops of his liquor and stood up shakily.
He gazed at the pitch–black sky and murmured, “Terrence, I will continue to haunt you after my death!”
“Dad!”
Just as Ryan was about to leap off, a black car crashed through the retractable gate and sped toward him.
