Chapter 877
Nathan Blackwood's lips curved into a composed smile as he spoke with measured precision.
"Perhaps my previous introduction was insufficient. Allow me to formally present the President of Pacific Crest International—Mr. Nathan Blackwood!"
The moment the words left his lips, Harrison, standing at the forefront, was the first to break into applause.
One by one, the sound of clapping filled the grand hall.
The guests were unmistakably acknowledging the President of Pacific Crest International—and the multiple formidable identities Nathan held within Blackwood Industries.
Was it shocking?
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The attendees had already been in awe of Nathan's influence, but now, to discover he was also the head of Pacific Crest International? His status had just become untouchable.
Nathan's expression remained cool, his dark gaze sweeping over the crowd. When his eyes landed on Evelyn Sinclair, they lingered for a fraction of a second, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a faint, knowing smile. Then, his deep, commanding voice cut through the murmurs.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the collaboration between Pacific Crest International and Blackwood Industries marks a new beginning. This decision was finalized by Reginald Blackwood after extensive discussions with the board of shareholders. On behalf of Pacific Crest International, I can confidently say—I have high expectations for this partnership."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.
"This isn't merely a transfer of shares. It's the expansion of an entirely new frontier for Blackwood Industries—one that holds immense significance for both corporations."
A beat of silence followed. Then, applause erupted, louder and more fervent than before.
With just a few sentences, Nathan had made it clear—he had known about this arrangement all along. Reginald Blackwood hadn't sold his shares in secret. This was a strategic move, a calculated step forward for Blackwood Industries. The abruptness of the event suddenly made sense. The skepticism in the guests' expressions faded.
Only Reginald Blackwood's face darkened, his complexion turning ashen. Nathan had effortlessly dismantled any doubts with a handful of words. Julian Whitmore descended the stage, engaging enthusiastically with the crowd.
Everyone was eager to align themselves with Pacific Crest International, clamoring for a chance to speak with Nathan. Yet, as Nathan stood there, an unspoken tension crackled between him and Reginald.
Harrison stepped closer, glancing briefly at the old man before murmuring to Nathan, "The contract is flawless, sir."
In other words—Reginald's grand scheme had backfired spectacularly. He had orchestrated this entire charade only to hand his shares directly to Nathan.
What a bitter irony.
Reginald's shock had morphed into fury. His hands trembled as he pointed an accusatory finger at Nathan. "Pacific Crest International is yours? All this time—it was yours?"
He had always believed Nathan owed his success to him—that without Blackwood Industries, Nathan would be nothing.
But now?
The vast, enigmatic empire of Pacific Crest International belonged to Nathan?
A corporation with deeper pockets and more intricate power structures than Blackwood Industries itself?
No wonder Nathan had remained indifferent to Reginald's schemes.
He had been playing the long game.
Nathan's expression was unreadable, his voice icy. "Yes. It's mine."
"You hid this—just to humiliate me today?" Reginald's voice was hoarse with rage.
Nathan's gaze didn't waver. "No. I never intended for Pacific Crest to intersect with Blackwood Industries. You forced this outcome."
Pacific Crest International existed to prove one thing—Nathan didn't need Blackwood Industries to stand at the top.
His loyalty to the family was the only reason he had stayed.
Reginald's eyes burned with fury. When he noticed Harrison standing loyally at Nathan's side, his lips twisted.
"Don't pretend innocence. Harrison was never truly on my side, was he? He was following your orders all along."