it.”
Mr Yang’s calm composure is grating on my nerves. Jaxon holds his hand up when I go to argue.
“But why did he break into the containers on our property? What do you have that he wants?”
“I don’t have anything he wants. He’s after something he can use. If I were to guess, Mr Black assumes I’m hiding stolen goods and wants to use it as blackmail. Which wouldn’t be the first time if my intel is correct. He has done this before, and many have given in to his demands. I, however, do not deal with anything illegal, I can assure you, so therefore, there is nothing for him to find. This must be frustrating to him, so he’s upping his game on buying your company.”
“You knew this was going to happen,” I state, watching him closely. I know he’s intelligent, but he always seemed too stuck up his own arse to clue in to those around him.
“I’m a wealthy man, Mr Hayes. I did not get this far in life being clueless. I make it my mission to know potential threats around me. I’m also good at reading people, and Mr Black is a desperate man. He will do anything it takes to get what he wants.”
Jaxon runs a hand over his jaw. “So why now? You’ve been avoiding us for months and we nearly lost our business. Why tell us this now?”
“Because I am aware that you and your family, Mr Hayes, are proud of the company you built. If you are the man I know you to be, then taking on investors would be an insult to what you have built.”
“You’ve got that right,” I growl. We worked too hard to get our company up and running for people to come in and tell us how to run things. We aren’t a brand, but we are the fucking best at what we do.
“Which is why I never offered to invest. But you see, even without a percentage of your company, I am invested in it succeeding. So, I had my team draw up a plan,” he announces, flicking his fingers, gesturing for someone to come in.
I glance over my shoulder and see a beautiful woman who looks to be in her late twenties walk in, her long black hair pulled into a high ponytail. Her black pinstripe suit fits her body perfectly, accentuating her hips as they sway from side to side.
“This is Ru Tang. She is one of the best fact finders and business women I know.”
She bows, smiling at Yang. “Thank you, Mr Yang.”
She sits down and places booklets in a line across the coffee table between us.
“In front of you are contract—”
“We aren’t selling or looking for investors,” Jaxon growls, standing.
“Sit down, Mr Hayes. This is not a contract for investing or buying your property, I assure you.”
Sitting back down, Jaxon shares a look with me. I shrug, not knowing what to think either. “What is it then?”
“We are, in a better term, donating money to your company. It will be put through as an investment, but not in a way that gives me shares to your land or company. I want to improve your security system if you are to take my offer. I have already contacted a team that can install steel-force doors and walls to protect your buildings, and since speaking with you, I will also ask if there is any way to enforce a fireproof system. It is my wish, though, to donate a new building. Miss Tang, please explain,” he lightly orders, sitting back with his tea.
I’m stumped because there has to be a catch. There always is.
Ru leans forward, resting her hands on her knees. “After conducting research on you and your family, we found out that the factory or warehouse wasn’t originally meant to be that close to the home.”
“Um, no,” Jaxon mumbles, shaking his head. “I didn’t have a lot to start with and the foundation was already there from the old barn. It just made sense to build it there. Our mum wasn’t happy to begin with since it was an eyesore.”
She nods, lifting a sheet of paper and setting it down on the table. It’s a bird’s eye image of unused land on our property.
“I took the liberty, at Mr Yang’s request, to find a suitable place on your land to build. With my expertise, and after enquiring with a few people, we believe this plot of land to the south is the best