If the ghost of his father had risen up at that table in front of everyone, Nicholas Bennet's face would have reflected much less horror.

“Wh-what do you mean, majority shareholder?” he roared, unable to contain himself. “What kind of nonsense is that?”

Valeria didn't even flinch despite the reproachful looks the shareholders were giving Nick.

“It’s not nonsense, Mr. Bennet, just business.” Valeria shrugged. “The debt the studio acquired left me with twenty percent of its shares, I bought eight percent from Mrs. Layla, and some other shareholders, who were better aware of the difficult situation this studio is going through, decided to sell me part of theirs. So now, I manage forty-one percent of the shares.” She pushed the folder toward him again. “It's all here, Mr. Bennet, you can check it with your legal department.”

Nick took out the stack of signed and notarized papers, and his face lost all color in a second.

“Is this your revenge?” he hissed, unable to contain himself. “De