The Sharehouse の小説・ストーリー

Old Master Hunt nodded to Robert, and he began to speak. “The power of your vote will be per the number of shares you hold, and I'd like to give us all a brief review of our shares.” “Old Master Hunt, 20% shares.” “Mr. Austin Hunt, 15% shares.” “Mrs. Audrey Hunt, 10% shares.” “Mr. Kayden Hunt, 15% shares.” “Mr. Jayden Hunt, 15% shares.” “Mrs. Grace Moore, 5% shares.” “Mr. Erwin Grant, 10% shares.”

“ So what you are trying to say is that she is a shareholder in this company. I don’t get it. How is that possible because from all that I know , no one decided to leave or sell their shares , so you have to tell me how that happened . Ethan looked at me, then smiled and then looked smiled at me and took his hands softly into his staring directly into my eyes . “When my wife died , her shares were left behind and she told me that , I should give her part of the share to the next woman that I would marry and that was her parting gift to me and so now that I have finally decided to remarry , I have decided to give the shared to my new wife whom is seated down here and that only means that she’

"Thank you, baby. Just... thank you.” "Always welcome, my darling.” Adam noticed blood trickling from the side of her leg where a piece of the broken vase had caught. He reached for the first aid box and began cleaning the wound; Karen winced slightly in response. “Since we're talking about the subject of rest,” Adam started. “I think it'll be better if the shares are under one person's name.” Karen's eyes searched his face. “What do you mean?” His jaw tightened slightly. “Like, maybe I could transfer my shares to you, or you transfer yours to me. Just… Our shares as a couple should be together with one person. Either you or me.”

* *Adams Corps: Shares go down exponentially following the exit of six shareholders. The relentless headlines blared across every media outlet, casting a shadow over Adams Corps. The news of shares plunging exponentially after the departure of six shareholders had spread like wildfire, engulfing social media in an uproar. Heated debates echoed through every channel, magnifying the clash between the two rival companies.

“I love the interior design.” “I knew you would,” he said with a proud grin. “That’s why I brought you here.” “Who owns this place? I’ve never heard of it before. And it doesn’t even have an online presence.” “This place is exclusive, like I told you,” Jace replied. “My family owns 65% of the shares here. It’s run by three families, but we’re the largest shareholder. Technically, we own it.” I was taken aback. “Wow, that’s impressive. How many businesses do you even own, Jace? I’ve lost count.”

Not only did it demand that I leave with nothing, it even stated that I had no claim to the house. "I'm not accepting this." I grabbed his arm before he could walk away, my voice icy. "When your family bought this house, I paid a total of seven hundred thousand for the down payment and the loan. And now you're telling me I have no share? My name is on the deed." Wade just shrugged. "So what if your name's on it? That seven hundred thousand you gave went into renovations. The down payment and the mortgage were paid by me. If you want a share of the house, then go ahead and take all the furniture."

She cleared her throat before speaking. “Well, you and your husband were in a contract marriage before, right? According to the papers you both signed, properties cannot be shared no matter what. The only thing that will be split is what he promised you from his father’s properties, which of course you have now in your name. That includes this house and some parts of the shares of the company,” she said. I nodded and was trying to wrap my head around where I was going and how it was supposed to benefits the both of them.

“I have my own groceries. You don’t have to…” I couldn't finish the sentence. My fingers fidgeted under the table. Maximilian's expression darkened, his blank stare sharp enough to make me flinch. Why did he look annoyed? I had only told him the reality of living in a share house. We shared common areas the kitchen, living room, backyard, and even the downstairs bathroom, but everyone was responsible for their own groceries and supplies. We weren’t in the Black Mountain Pack anymore, living in the same packhouse. He didn’t have to look after me like before.

“I’m sure you know that I’m reluctant to get involved, but I understand everything you’re talking about. These are all the shares I own for now, though.” Samuel had given her plenty. The 15% he had given her previously and another 25% he had given her on yet another occasion meant Noelle owned a total of 40% of the company’s shares. That was a greater sum than anyone else in the Shaw family. “Are you saying I should buy off shares from someone else?”