*Charismatic Shoemaker Llyod*Benton’s eyes widened as the list popped up on the screen. His gaze lingered on the names, each one sinking in slowly before he turned to Old Charles, confusion and disbelief clouding his tired eyes.“This… this is the list of all the shareholders at Vorne?” he asked, voice low.Old Charles gave a small nod. “Every single one.”Benton blinked, stunned. “You got this in less than an hour?”“Barely,” Old Charles replied, calm and proud of his team’s precision.“I can’t believe you actually pulled this off,” Benton whispered.“If you want to lead the Lloyd Company,” Old Charles said, eyes steady, “you’ll have to learn quickly—starting with moments like this.”Benton leaned forward, still staring at the screen. “Did Vorne seriously just hand over the share breakdown like that?”Benton was in the awe of the moment, the list of all the shareholders of Vorne was at his fingertip, this is the least he had expected, after doing him dirty and stealing his design he

**Charismatic Shoemaker Lloyd**Tyson couldn’t believe his eyes. He burst into Vorne Company that morning, his heart pounding, hoping what he’d heard the night before was just a sick prank.But it wasn’t. It was real.The company felt different, it was too quiet. The staff looked tense, avoiding eye contact, whispering behind closed doors.He rushed straight to the administration sweating profusely.“Did anyone put up our stocks for sale?” he barked.The admin team froze, panic written all over their faces. One finally spoke up, voice shaky. “N-No, sir. Nothing was listed by us overnight. We didn’t authorise any sales.”Tyson’s mind spun. “Then how the hell is this happening?”Avery, standing beside him, was pale. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled up the data on her tablet. “No... no, this can’t be right,” she muttered, tapping rapidly.Her eyes widened. “Someone’s been buying our shares, anonymously. And not just a little. He’s already taken over 78% of the company.”Tyson st

**Charismatic Shoemaker Lloyd**Benton scratched his nose in satisfaction, he dropped the document in Old Charles’ care telling Old Charles that acquiring Vorne company was not his plan but they left him with no option.For a moment he paused looking out the window to see the tears trembling down Avery's face, he wished she had genuinely changed but she is still the same person that perpetrated to steal his design.He walked to the road side with his smart phone in his hand immediately he got on his scooter he received a call.His forehead creased for a brief moment staring down at the number that popped up his screen, he answered and then a voice sounded to him. “Benton, where have you been hiding? I've looked for your number everywhere.” “Why did you call,” Benton asked dismissively.“Well, won't you ask how I'm doing? After everything that happened when we were in high school, I thought you didn't want to come for alumni.”He pauses Benton didn't say anything either, Charles was h

**Charismatic Shoemaker Lloyd**Clinton smirked, pointing his index finger towards the window. “You think because the Bentley coincidentally parked outside the building means it belongs to you, cut me some slack.”Benton smirked he predicted that nobody would believe him after all their so-called achievement they can't afford the least model of Bentley so how would a dropout like him pull a massive car like that?“Come on Clinton is right about that, how are we sure the car is yours, this is a top-notch hotel, a day's rent of the car is worth your lifetime savings so I wouldn't think you rented it out to show off.”“You would be damned to smell such a car, Benton.”“Good as you are thinking outside the box aside from not renting it, why can't you think I bought it instead?” They glanced at each other with a grimace, the evening was getting along quite interesting as much as they could relate,“Benton you're not only broke but you've grown to be a comedian.” one of his classmates sho

**Charismatic Shoemaker Lloyd**Benton stretched out on the couch after fourteen hours of sleep, every muscle aching from the restless night before. His eyes were dull with fatigue, he traced his hand and found the water jar on the low table. He poured himself a cup and drank slowly, hoping it might wash away the heaviness in his head.Checking the time, he pushed himself up. Today he’s supposed to be at Clairfair. He rolled the best suit in his closet onto his shoulders, a deep charcoal one that carried quiet elegance. On the counter by the right, next to his perfumes and hair care products, sat the slim black card. He stepped outside, scanning the familiar corner where his scooter should have been waiting. The space was empty. He blinked, then looked around, as if it would magically appear by the roadside or lean against a wall. Nothing. His thoughts ran quickly to last night, he’d parked it last night, in the same place as always.He pulled out his phone to call Old Charles, alrea