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Hubert barely spared a glance for Harrison and the rest of the Lewises. Rooney looked through them as though they were air.
Harrison, emboldened by recent events, strode directly to the armchair opposite his brother. Lauren, Hera, and Nash settled on the couch nearby—an unspoken testament to their growing prominence.
Hubert wasted no time. “I called this meeting to settle Father’s forty percent stake in Baroque and Rococo. Adam’s here, so let’s finalize everything today.”
Harrison inclined his head. “Go ahead—how do you propose we divide it?”
Hubert turned to Adam. “Mr. Zoel, please explain.”
Adam cleared his throat. “Mr. Lewis held forty percent of both Baroque Group and Rococo Group, plus seventy-five million dollars in liquid assets, and the perpetual right to the land under the old Lewis estate.”
“All I want is the Baroque shares,” Harrison interrupted smoothly. “Keep everything else.”
Hubert’s smirk grew. “We’re brothers—and the law demands fairness. I suggest twenty percent each in Baroque and Rococo, split the seventy-five million equally, and sell the land for an even cash division.”
Harrison raised an eyebrow. “Or perhaps you take all of Rococo while I retain Baroque? Why claim what you didn’t build?”
Hubert sipped his wine. “I’m merely securing my legal inheritance.”
“I’ll buy your twenty percent in Baroque,” Nash interjected.
Hubert laughed lightly. “I never said I’d sell.”
Lauren studied Nash. “Son, you still own the photolithography machine’s rights, yes?”
“Of course—it’s registered under my name,” Lauren confirmed.
Nash leaned forward. “I have six billion in personal capital. That’s enough to launch a rival chip‐maker.”
Lauren’s eyes gleamed in understanding. “More than enough to rival Baroque.”
Those gathered exchanged glances. If Nash withdrew with the 7 nm stepper, Baroque’s flagship asset would vanish—and its share price collapse.
Hubert’s smile faltered. Nash’s implication was clear: pay up or lose everything.
Nash’s voice was calm. “Two hundred million is my absolute limit. If you refuse, I’ll build my own company.”
Rooney’s lips curled in triumph. “You think you can kill what your family built for twenty years?”
“I never said I’d kill it,” Nash replied, gaze steady. “Two companies can coexist—and maybe my in-laws can earn a modest management fee from Baroque.”
Rooney’s grin twisted into a snarl. “Keep dreaming. Who do you think I am?”
“Helena, what do you think?” Hubert turned hopefully to his fiancée.
Helena met Nash’s eyes before replying. “We want sixty percent of Baroque and Rococo’s shares, plus full rights to the land. In return, we’ll pay two hundred million.”
Hubert blinked, stunned—but he dared not refuse. “Agreed,” he said at last.
Mr. Zoel quickly drafted the new agreement. Nash wired two hundred million into Hubert’s account on the spot.
With Rococo and Baroque now separate, Adam resigned from Rococo and joined Baroque’s board.
As they departed, Hubert muttered, “I thought they’d haggled more.”
Helena smiled softly. “They’re fearless—six of the Ten Juggernauts have just arrived in Jonford. I expect the next move will come soon…”