Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 128

The Thompson Group was headquartered in the heart of Istra, in a massive skyscraper that also housed the Coast Building. Thanks to their appointment, Yvonne and Sandra were granted access and soon found themselves in the executive suite on the 33rd floor.

“Ms. Jones, you have a ten-minute meeting with the CEO. Please be mindful of the time,” Noah’s executive assistant reminded her before showing her into the office.

Yvonne nodded in understanding. This wasn’t her first time in the Thompson Group’s executive office. When she and Bennett were still together, he often brought her here to see Noah. Noah was Bennett’s cousin, four years his senior. He had the gentle, scholarly demeanor of a professor but was, in reality, a razor-sharp businessman.

“Ms. Jones, please have a seat,” Noah said politely. His eyes were sharp, and he exuded the powerful aura of someone accustomed to being in command.

“Mr. Thompson, thank you for seeing me,” Yvonne said, keeping the pleasantries brief. With only ten minutes, she handed him the proposal she had prepared and got straight to the point.

“I know you recently acquired Vektor and are planning to take the company public to expand the Thompson Group’s reach into the tech sector. However, Vektor’s technology is outdated, and the project isn’t progressing as smoothly as planned.” Vektor was one of the original tech pioneers with strong brand recognition, but in recent years, mismanagement and a failure to innovate had caused it to fall behind.

“Have you considered acquiring another company—Gonzalez Tech? Their technology is a leader in the industry. You could use it to fill the gaps in Vektor’s portfolio, fast-track the IPO, and maximize your profits.”

With Gonzalez Tech’s innovations, Vektor could go public in record time, resulting in a massive payday for both Vektor and the Thompson Group. The only one who would be left in the dust was the Gonzalez Group itself.

“After being engaged to him for five years, yes, I’d say I do,” Yvonne said frankly. “I’m sure you’ve already had me investigated before this meeting, Mr. Thompson. You’ve likely already decided whether my proposal is viable. You get to make your money, and I get my revenge. It’s a win-win, isn’t it?”

She glanced at her watch. “Ten minutes. Perfect timing. I won’t take up any more of your time. Goodbye, Mr. Thompson.”

True to her word, she stood and left. After the heavy wooden door clicked shut, the office fell silent. Noah held the file she had left behind, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. In a city of over twenty million people, countless individuals were desperate to get his attention. It had been a long time since he had met someone so refreshingly direct.