Chapter 875

The entire room could sense this was Reginald Blackwood's calculated revenge against Nathan.

Nathan might have forced Reginald out of the company, but he couldn't strip the old man of his shares.

This move made everyone question—had Nathan Blackwood's iron grip on the business world finally slipped?

"Next, we welcome Pacific Crest International's Vice President, Mr. Julian Whitmore, to finalize a mutually beneficial agreement on behalf of his company!"

Reginald extended his hand, and from the side emerged a strikingly handsome but unfamiliar face.

Julian Whitmore.

Evelyn Sinclair narrowed her eyes. If she remembered correctly, she had once interned under Julian when she was abroad.

Back then, he was just a department manager. She hadn't expected his rise to vice president to happen so swiftly.

Then again, his talent was undeniable. His success was inevitable.

Without hesitation, Julian stepped onto the stage, unfazed by the countless eyes locked onto him. He shook Reginald's hand with practiced ease.

Silence blanketed the room.

All eyes darted between Julian and Nathan, waiting for the clash.

Something felt off to Evelyn.

Nathan wasn't the type to let things spiral this far out of control.

Reginald had flaunted the equity transfer agreement publicly, cornering Nathan so thoroughly that retaliation was impossible. He wanted the world to know—his shares now belonged to Pacific Crest International.

Nathan was confident, wasn't he?

This was Reginald's lesson to the arrogant, ungrateful Nathan Blackwood. He had built Nathan's empire, and now that Nathan had grown wings, he dared to defy him? This was the price of betrayal. A smug smirk curled Reginald's lips.

"Nathan, you're still young. You could learn a great deal from Mr. Whitmore and Pacific Crest International. Since you'll be working closely from now on, why don't you step up and say a few words?"

He wanted the entire room to witness Nathan's downfall.

His words painted Nathan as inferior to Julian.

Nathan lifted his gaze, his expression icy, his eyes dark and unreadable. The aura around him remained untouchable—cold, regal, commanding.

Under the weight of everyone's stares, he finally set down his glass and strode forward, his presence dominating the space.

Unexpectedly, Julian smiled when Nathan approached and subtly shifted aside, relinquishing the center position. He extended his hand respectfully.

"Long time no see, Mr. Blackwood."

Nathan's grip was firm, his voice low enough for only the three of them to hear. "Mr. Whitmore, I sent Harrison to receive you. How did you end up with the old man?"

Reginald's smirk widened.

Julian merely shrugged. "I was coming either way. What difference does it make who escorted me?"

Nathan withdrew his hand, his towering figure radiating authority.

On that stage, he was undeniably the most magnetic presence.

Even in what appeared to be a losing battle, his stature and power eclipsed everyone else.

"True. It changes nothing."

Nathan's lips curved into a chilling, wicked smile as he locked eyes with Reginald.

The old man's heart lurched at that look. His confidence wavered.

Nathan turned to the crowd, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

"I have no doubt Pacific Crest International will prove to be a valuable partner for Blackwood Industries."

His words confirmed Pacific Crest's new role in the company.

Julian stepped forward, his tone shifting into something more deliberate.

"Of course. Allow me to introduce to you all—the President of Pacific Crest International..."