It was Yvonne, bringing her a plate of fruit. Luckily, Bianca had locked the door.
She quickly muted her phone and called out, "Mom, I'm already in bed."
"Oh, alright. Rest well, then."
After Yvonne's footsteps faded, Bianca unmuted her phone. A flicker of disgust crossed her face as she looked at the repulsive image on the screen, but her voice was dripping with seduction when she spoke. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
William's face wasn't visible, but Bianca could imagine his contorted, predatory expression. "Quickly, quickly, baby. I need you. I need you desperately."
"I'm right here," she cooed. "Right under you. Look at me…"
Sometime later, a fragile peace returned to Bianca's room. They were both breathing heavily on opposite ends of the line. William was now in a state of post-coital satisfaction, the perfect time to make a request. Bianca hadn't forgotten the purpose of tonight's… sacrifice.
"Professor, my entrance exam is just around the corner. Could you give me some advice…?"
…
The next morning, Jude showed up at Noreen's office just as she arrived. He got straight to the point. "I want an advance on this quarter's dividend."
Noreen paused, her hand hovering over a document. "An advance on your dividend?"
"That's right! I believe I have the right to ask for it, don't I?"
Noreen finally looked up at him, her gaze cool. "You can receive an advance, provided you get approval from a shareholder vote. If all the shareholders agree, it's possible."
When Seymour Wilder had handed the company to Noreen, he had been cautious, leaving thirty percent of the shares in Jude's name while ensuring Noreen held a check on him. He knew exactly what his son was like.
If Noreen wasn't mistaken, Jude was planning to use that money to invest in PerseTech. That was his choice, and she wouldn't interfere. But for the future of the Seymour Group, she had to buy back those shares.
"Did you acquire all of them?" Noreen asked, cutting to the chase.
"Of course! And at the lowest market price, just like you said!"
"Good. Keep at it. Whatever he sells, we buy."
As it turned out, Sophia's nickname for Jude was spot on. Anyone with a shred of sense knows not to put all their eggs in one basket. But Jude, in his infinite wisdom, sold off his entire stake.

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