At Nicole's words, everyone unanimously looked at Old Master Ferguson.
He was the person in charge of the Ferguson family. Although he stepped down from Ferguson Corporation, his prestige was still there, so he could not be taken lightly.
On occasions like this, he was the eldest and had the most seniority, so he would undoubtedly become the focus of the whole event.
The silent Eric had no intention to steal the limelight.
No one noticed that Eric was unusually quiet today.
Old Master Ferguson saw that it was almost time and there were enough people.
He stood firm with his old back and walked away, his shrewd and cunning eyes flashing with pride.
Soon, he stood there with all eyes on him.
"Dear friends, it’s a great honor to invite you to Ferguson Corporation's party today. I'm sure you all are curious about what the theme of today’s banquet i s."
His eyes slowly swept through the crowd and gazed at Eric’s face below the stage.
Eric leaned lazily against a wine cabinet, casually swirling a glass of red wine carelessly in his hand, his face incredibly calm, wild, and indifferent.
Eric was not curious and did not stop him.
Old Master Ferguson’s smile flashed with a touch of ferocious pride.
He raised his voice and spoke.
"I've decided to officially transfer 20% of the shares in my hand, as well as the proxy shares of the other branches of Ferguson Corporation, to Cyndro International!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
Even Nicole and Clayton exchanged glances in shock.
Nicole subconsciously glanced at Eric. He stood there i n silence with no ripples in his eyes, as if this had nothing to do with him.
Old Master Ferguson's shares along with the proxy shares of the other side branches were close to thirty percent.
In other words, Ferguson Corporation had no scattered capital besides Eric and Cyndro International.
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