My Ex-husband's Uncle Can't Let Me Go

Chapter 3 - See you at the gala

Valerie's pov

My heart dropped into my stomach. His facial expression and the fact that he came himself told me it was no small matter but I refused to let my fear show.

“We’re in a meeting,” Wilson said, moving towards him.

Drake gave me a glare and I gestured on to Wilson to let him enter before glancing at the people seated in the conference room. “You're already dismissed,”

They didn't wait any second before the room, Wilson was the last person to leave and closed the door after him.

“You should better have a tangible reason for barging into my conference room.” I said, rising to my feet.

He stormed towards me and tossed a file towards me. “Read the clauses carefully, I think it should make you understand.”

I grabbed the file with shaky fingers, my throat suddenly going dry. He had always refused to tell me the details of my grandmother's will so what changed.

I slowly opened the file and skimmed through it. My breath hitched when my eyes landed on the fifth rule.

“If Miss Valerie Sinclair doesn't carry or conceive an heir exactly three years after my death, the company should be handed to anyone in the family that carries the Whitmore’s heir.”

Isabella was currently carrying my child but for some reasons that rule remained stuck in my brain. My eyes scanned through the other rules but my mind refused to pick them up.

I closed the file and dropped it onto the table, shifting my gaze to Drake. “So which part of the rule did I break?”

“Are you seriously asking me?” Drake asked, voice rising.

I arched my brow, my heart beating faster than normal. He was reacting like I had killed someone which I obviously didn't.

“I'll appreciate it if you're specific Mr. Drake.” I said, my voice barely steady. “Like answering my questions without another question.”

“I'd like you to refund half of the company's assets you withdrew today.” he said, flatly.

I chuckled loudly which echoed across the empty conference. “Half of the company's assets do you even know what you're saying?”

“Didn't the finance manager meet you this morning when it was initiated?” Drake demanded, voice harsh.

My mind clicked back to earlier this morning. Yes, he had met me because Adrian made a withdrawal and that should be like… my voice trailed off instantly as realization hit me.

“Tell me you're joking right?” I asked, my mind going in circles. “That's the company's stocks and shares, it wouldn't be that easy to be withdrawn right?”

“You gave the go ahead order, why the hell are you asking me that?” Drake snarled.

I staggered backwards, clutching onto the chair to stabilize my footing. “No,” I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “That can't be possible.”

“Do you think so?” Drake mocked, letting out a low snicker. “You haven't taken over the company and it is at the brink of going bankrupt. If that asset isn't returned in the next seventy-two hours, you should prepare to forget about the company.”

He didn't even wait for me to at least digest the news before barging out of the door. I slid into the chair before me, staring into the empty space and seeing entirely nothing.

The door opened quietly and Wilson entered, dragging me back to reality as he stopped in front of me. “I'm sorry ma'am for eavesdropping but should I deploy the tech team.”

I parted my lips to reply but my phone suddenly rang, a sharp surge of fury flooded my chest when I saw the caller ID was Adrian. I nodded my head giving Wilson a go ahead order before turning my back on him.

“Adrian, why the hell did you withdraw half of my company's assets?” I yelled into the phone the moment the call connected.

“Take a chill, Valerie.” Adrian said, nonchalantly. “I'll refund the money once my company goes public and the city tower project goes through. I called you because–”

“Are you even listening to yourself?” I cut him off sharply, standing up from my chair. “That's the company's stock and shares. Do you think refunding the money cuts it?”

“Come on, Val.” Adrian said with no atom of remorse. “I didn't call you to listen to your nagging. Fine! I'll buy back the stocks and shares when the time comes, are you happy now? Can you listen to what I have to say?”

“Adrian, the best thing you can say right now is that you've transferred back my assets.” I hissed. “I don't know how you're going to do it but I'll need the assets back in the company before nightfall.”

“Are you threatening me or what? And should I remind you the main reason I withdrew that money?” he queried, his voice edged with anger. “That was for our unborn baby or do you think I'll get something less for our baby because you aren't the one carrying it?”

His words cut deep into my soul that for more than ten seconds I couldn't find my voice.

“I called you to tell you that I won't be back tonight and would meet you at the company tomorrow,” he continued after a while without caring about my emotions. “Isabella can't stay alone in her apartment with our baby. I just want to let you know.”

He didn't wait for me to reply before ending the call. I stayed frozen for more than ten minutes with the phone still placed on my ear and his words echoing in my ear.

Something felt wrong not about the assets or his attitude but with the fact that he was suddenly so caring to a one month old embryo and the mother… Obviously Isabella was the mother from Adrian's point of view because she was the one carrying it.

The door suddenly burst open and Wilson rushed in holding a phone. “We've located the buyer.”

I spun abruptly to face him, hope flashing through my eyes as I lowered my phone. “What's their requirements? Assure them money isn't the problem.”

“They have only one requirement, ma'am.” Wilson said, his voice low. “And that's to speak with you.”

I stiffened, my eyes shifting from his face to the phone in his hands. But I didn't have the leisure to decline as I stretched out my hand towards him.

He handed it to me immediately and I placed it to my ear. “State your conditions, I promise to fulfill them all.”

“All?” A deep polished voice came alive.

I gulped nothing down from the voice alone. You will know whoever was on the other end had demeaning power.

“See you at the gala then,” he continued, “and I detest tardiness.”