Bab 203: Aryan Sharma Revenge

Aryan Sharma swaggered into the meeting room with a confident smile, well aware of the tension in the air. The remaining members of the Prescott Group looked at him with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

"Ah, Aryan Sharma, the prodigal son returns," one of the executives quipped sarcastically.

Aryan raised an eyebrow, undeterred. "I see your sense of humor hasn't improved, gentlemen."

The room filled with murmurs and disgruntled remarks as the group exchanged glances.

"Cut to the chase, Aryan," one of them demanded. "We don't have time for your theatrics."

Aryan leaned forward, resting his hands on the polished mahogany table. "Very well, let's get to business. I know you're in a tough spot with your plummeting stock. I'm here to offer a lifeline."

The group exchanged uneasy glances, aware that Aryan held some advantage in this situation.

"We're not interested in selling our assets," another executive stated firmly.