Trading My Ex for His Uncle

The once-bustling top floor of Nyce Tech was eerily quiet. Only a few secretaries remained at their desks.

Gabriel approached one of them with a scowl. "Where is everyone?"

The secretaries froze at the sound of Gabriel's voice.

After a brief moment, one of them looked up, confirming it was him, and quickly stood. "Good afternoon, Mr. Hackett."

"I asked you a question," Gabriel repeated, his tone sharp. "Where is everyone else? Why is it so empty here?"

The secretary stammered, "T-They've all resigned..."

She didn't dare mention that she and the others still present were planning to quit

as soon as their work was handed off.

Gabriel's expression darkened. "Notify all shareholders to meet me in the conference room in 30 minutes."

"Y-Yes, sir..." The secretary hurried off.

Back in his office, Gabriel stared at the pile of untouched documents on his desk, his frustration mounting.

A bunch of useless slackers! They hadn't even tried to delegate tasks to other shareholders in his absence.

Half an hour later, the conference room was only half-full, a stark contrast to the usual crowded meetings.

Sitting at the head of the table, Gabriel scanned the room with a glower. "Where is everyone else? Are they all dead?"

One shareholder hesitantly replied, "Mr. Hackett, some haven't come to the office, and others have already sold their shares and are no longer part of Nyce Tech. The ones still here are present."

Gabriel sneered and slammed a file onto the table. "So, the moment I'm gone, they all scramble to leave? Afraid they'll get dragged down if they stay?"

The shareholder lowered his head, not daring to respond.

"Fine," Gabriel said coldly. "If no one else is coming, let's get started. Give me a full report on Nyce Tech's current situation."

The shareholders exchanged uneasy glances, none willing to speak first.

The truth was too grim to voice.

Nyce Tech was on the brink of collapse. Stock prices had plummeted, and if the trend continued, bankruptcy would be inevitable.

The remaining shareholders weren't even there voluntarily. They hadn't been able

to leave earlier, and now, no one wanted their shares. Even if sold, the price would be absurdly low.

Gabriel knocked the table impatiently. "I asked a question. Have you all gone mute? Don't you usually have a lot to say?"

Finally, one shareholder gathered the courage to speak. "Mr. Hackett, the company's situation has deteriorated significantly. Many of our partners have terminated their contracts..."

Gabriel snorted. "If they want to terminate contracts, make them pay the penalty fees as stipulated. Simple."

"But they're refusing to pay," the shareholder said nervously. "They've said we can sue them if we want, but they can afford to drag it out in court

On the other hand, Nyce Tech can't." .

The implication was clear-Nyce Tech didn't have the resources to survive a lengthy legal battle. The partners wouldn't have to pay the penalty fees once Nyce Tech collapsed.

"In that case, deliver the products as per the contracts. If they send them back, wait a few days and deliver them again. Keep it up and see who lasts longer," Gabriel ordered.

The shareholders winced.

Under normal circumstances, they might have supported the strategy. But Nyce Tech's current scandal allegedly stealing Prospectus Technology's core technology-had left them with

neither the time nor the resources to

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Another shareholder ventured cautiously, "Mr. Hackett, the stock price keeps dropping. If this continues, the company won't last much longer. Resolving the allegations against you is critical. Only then can we focus on dealing with the partners."