PopularNovelChapter 249 That evening, Forrest found himself returning hlate once more due to work commitments.
He had informed Mila in advance that he'd be back later than usual and had something important to discuss. So, after tucking Julian into bed, Mila waited for him in the living room on the ground floor.
The room was illuminated by the soft glow of a warm lamp.
Mila sat enveloped in the dim light, and as sleepiness crept in, she was struck by a strange sense of déjà vu.
Ah, yes.
In the past, she would often wait in the living room for Lysander to return home. Yet, more often than not, she waited in vain, with no sign of him or any message.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThroughout their seven-year marriage, she had been alone in her waiting.
Until she no longer wanted to wait.
Perhaps it was weariness from the late hour that made her emotions hard to control. Her vision blurred as she suddenly saw a tall figure approaching her.
Who was back? Instinctively, she reached out and her hand met something solid.
The tall figure took her hand, his grasp warm and dry. He knelt in front of her, looking up with a gentle smile.
"Mimi?" The familiar voice snapped her back to reality, and she withdrew her hand as if shocked.
Forrest had only loosely held her hand, allowing her to pull away easily. He remained unfazed, continuing to kneel and look up at her with a smile.
"Did I keep you waiting long? Are you tired?" Mila shook her head lightly. Though fatigue was evident in her voice, it was imbued with a rare softness.
"Did you have something to discuss?" Under the soft light, her weary yet beautiful features were accentuated, and Forrest's eyes, behind his glasses, were drawn to her with a gentle glow.
Hearing her question, he slowly stood up.
"Let's go to the study." In the study.
Forrest pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase and placed them in front of Mila.
"Take a look. If everything's in order, just sign." Perplexed, Mila picked up the papers and began to read. As she did, her sleepiness vanished, replaced by shock as she looked up at Forrest.
"This is..." "Since returning, I've been preparing for the launch of a new company. Today, it's confirmed. This is a stock gift agreement, transferring twenty-five percent of The FM Group's shares to you, unconditionally." Forrest's tone was calm, as if unaware of the magnitude of his decision. Twenty-five percent! In any company, this would make her a major shareholder with significant power.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhile she didn't know much about the company, she was familiar with the 'Atlas Language Model' algorithm that Forrest had developed the core strength of the company.
The market currently valued this algorithm at $15 billion.
If she signed this agreement, she would becone of The FM Group's major shareholders, gaining considerable influence and control over the algorithm.
Given the algorithm's potential, its future prospects were immeasurable.
In simple terms, even if she did nothing to aid the company's m operations merely collecting dividends would be immensely profitable. She could retire comfortably on the spot.
Yet, Mila felt nothing but panic. She hurriedly placed the documents back on the table and pushed them toward Forrest. "What does this mean?" "Mimi." Forrest's smile faded, and he looked at her earnestly.
"Back in college, you witnessed the birth of this algorithm. Without your encouragement and support, it wouldn't exist. Besides, sof the programming code in it was your work. This is what you deserve." Mila quickly shook her head.
"No, no, no, what I did was insignificant. The code I wrote was just basic, foundational stuff, not even part of the core."
Regarding the algorithm, she felt her contribution warranted perhaps one percent of the shares, at most.
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