Chapter 203 Aryan Sharma Revenge



Aryan Sharma swaggered into the meeting room with a confident smile, well aware of the tension in the air. The remaining members of the Prescott Group looked at him with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

"Ah, Aryan Sharma, the prodigal son returns," one of the executives quipped sarcastically.

Aryan raised an eyebrow, undeterred. "I see your sense of humor hasn't improved, gentlemen."

The room filled with murmurs and disgruntled remarks as the group exchanged glances.

"Cut to the chase, Aryan," one of them demanded. "We don't have time for your theatrics."

Aryan leaned forward, resting his hands on the polished mahogany table. "Very well, let's get to business. I know you're in a tough spot with your plummeting stock. I'm here to offer a lifeline."

The group exchanged uneasy glances, aware that Aryan held some advantage in this situation.

"We're not interested in selling our assets," another executive stated firmly.

Aryan chuckled, a hint of superiority in his tone. "You misunderstand me. I'm not here to buy your assets. I'm here to offer to buy your stock in Prescott Electric Manufacturing."

The group fell into stunned silence. Selling their stock would mean relinquishing a significant portion of their influence and control in the company.

"We can't do that," one of them protested. "Our influence will dwindle."

Aryan leaned back in his chair, his smile unwavering. "Gentlemen, your influence is already dwindling as we speak. Your stock is in freefall, and the longer you hold onto it, the more you'll lose. I'm offering you a way out, a chance to salvage something from this sinking ship."

One of the executives couldn't contain his frustration any longer. "Is that why you're here? To gloat?"

Aryan's smile widened, and he leaned even further back in his chair, exuding confidence. "Gloat? Well, gentlemen, I do enjoy a good gloating when my adversaries find themselves in a pinch and fall on my mercy. You see, no one else dares to buy your shares, but I do, and I want at least 50% of Prescott Electric Manufacturing. Astral Tech is more than willing to reform and have a hand in your assets."

The group exchanged glances once more, their frustration evident. They knew that Aryan's words held truth, and their options were limited.

"Think it over," Aryan advised, rising from his chair. "You have a rapidly closing window of opportunity. The choice is yours."

With that, Aryan Sharma left the room, leaving the Prescott Group to grapple with the harsh reality of their predicament.

In the wake of Aryan's departure, the remaining members of the Prescott Group found themselves in a heated argument. Voices clashed as they debated whether to sell their shares to Astral Tech. The room buzzed with tension as each executive voiced their concerns, hopes, and fears.

"We can't give up our control like this!"

"But if we don't sell now, we might lose everything!"

"I heard rumors that Prescott Electric Manufacturing is on the verge of bankruptcy!"

"That's just hearsay! We can't make a decision based on gossip!"

The argument raged on, tempers flaring, and fingers pointing blame in every direction. Each executive was torn between preserving their influence and salvaging what they could from the plummeting stock.

In the end, during the official meeting, they decided not to sell their shares, clinging to their remaining power and influence.

But behind closed doors, away from the prying eyes of their colleagues, a consensus was reached. The executives rushed to Aryan Sharma, eager to sell all of their shares as the window of opportunity rapidly closed. Rumors of Prescott Electric Manufacturing's impending bankruptcy, carefully spread by Aryan himself, had further fueled their anxiety.

In the shadows of their opulent boardroom, a frantic race unfolded among the executives. Each one hurried to secure a private meeting with Aryan Sharma, desperately trying to offload their shares before the inevitable collapse of Prescott Electric Manufacturing. It was a cutthroat competition, as they feared the moment when Aryan might change his mind.

When finally granted an audience with Aryan, they put on a performance of unparalleled politeness, surpassing even the most courteous butler. Their voices quivered with anxiety as they pleaded with Aryan to take their shares, revealing just how deep their desperation ran. They knew that hesitation could be their downfall, and they dared not risk the wrath of the shrewd businessman.

With satisfaction in his eyes, Aryan watched as the once-proud executives practically begged him to take their shares. It was a sweet taste of revenge, orchestrated in line with Daniel's plans for Astral Tech.

Seeing the executives scramble to unload their sinking ship of a company was a vindication of Aryan's efforts. He nodded, pleased with the outcome, and swiftly initiated the acquisition process, absorbing the failing Prescott Electric Manufacturing into the expanding empire of Astral Tech. The game was far from over, but this victory was a significant step towards reshaping the power landscape in Tessia Kingdom.n)-OVElb1n

As Aryan finalized the acquisition, he couldn't help but savor the sweet taste of revenge. The fate of those who had once disdained him now rested firmly in his hands.

With Prescott Electric Manufacturing under Astral Tech's control, phase two of their grand plan was set in motion. They were ready to challenge Prescott Group's monopolies in other industries, reshaping Tessia Kingdom's economic landscape one move at a time. The battle was far from over, but for now, Aryan reveled in the satisfaction of his revenge and the promise of a new era for Astral Tech.

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Daniel in his office, attentively reading the detailed report from Aryan Sharma. A confident smile curled on his lips as he absorbed the information. Aryan had executed the plan flawlessly, and now, Astral Tech had successfully acquired a significant share of Prescott Electric Manufacturing.

A sly grin played on Daniel Emberweave's face as he continued to read the report. It emphasized the strategic advantage they had taken during Benjamin Prescott's absence. The shareholders, left without their leader's guidance, had panicked like headless chickens, rushing to sell their shares to Astral Tech. It was a masterful stroke, perfectly executed to further weaken Prescott Group's hold on the industry.