Making Trouble

There were two minor shareholders of the Orange Group present today, and upon being reminded by Luca, they immediately reacted, casting hesitant glances toward Dragan.

It must be known that when Dragan was kicked out of the company, he hadn't walked away with a single share. Far from being able to influence shareholder decisions, he didn't even have the qualifications to attend the shareholders' meeting. Why, then, was he so confident at this moment?

Dragan's smile stiffened at these words; he subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, his mind growing even more chaotic.

"Kid, you'd better be smart about this..."

Mid-sentence, Dragan's wandering gaze seemed to catch something, and he suddenly clamped his mouth shut.

As if he had regained a shred of his senses, he merely panted, his chest heaving, while reaching out to desperately pry Shamira's hand from his collar.

"You wild dog! Let go of me! This isn't your place to interfere!"

However, how could his body, withered and ravaged by drugs, possibly contend with Shamira's strength?

Seeing that the man had no intention of saying anything further, Luca extinguished any desire to continue entangling himself with him.

"A guy whose brain is fried from drugs probably doesn't even know what he wants to say."

Waving for Shamira to let go, Luca spoke to Dragan in a cold tone.

"Get lost. You aren't welcome here."

Hearing this, Dragan initially wanted to press forward, but upon noticing Shamira's clenched fist, he immediately shrank his neck.

Ignoring the strange looks from those around him, he cursed and swore as he walked away on his own.

However, with his departure, the mess he left behind still needed to be handled by Luca.

The sorrowful atmosphere of the funeral had been completely dispelled.

Several guests with deep ties to Orange Industries immediately crowded around to ask.

"Luca, is Ms. Orange truly unable to wake up?"

"What that man just said..."

Clearly, as the true helm of Orange Industries, Gina Orange held significant weight in the minds of these people.

If something had happened to Gina, these partners might need to reconsider their cooperation.

Seeing so many people gathering, Luca first signaled to Shamira that he was fine.

Only then did he step forward, pressed his palms down, and spoke to everyone in a steady tone.

"I apologize for the farce today that you all had to witness. As for my mother, Ms. Gina, she has already received effective treatment and could wake up at any moment."

"If there are any changes later, the company will issue an official notice. I ask that you all remain patient."

Having said this, Luca ignored the guests with their varied expressions and pulled Shamira toward a corner.

Many, seeing such composure in this fourteen-year-old boy, did not continue to press him.

After all, as Luca had said, rather than pestering him here, they were better off waiting for an official statement from Orange Industries or making their own private inquiries.

They figured that even if they continued to press him here, this boy wouldn't reveal anything more to them.

Over there, after leading Shamira aside, Luca watched Dragan's swaying back as he walked away and whispered into Shamira's ear.

"Aunt Shamira, please follow him and see. Once you reach a place where no one is around..."

"Should I finish him off?"

Hearing Shamira's sudden interjection, Luca felt a wave of embarrassment.

I didn't expect Shamira to be so violent...

That was his own uncle, after all.

But... I suppose that wouldn't be impossible?

After a moment of hesitation, Luca decided to stick to his own pace.

"Find an opportunity to capture him and figure out why he appeared here today. If there's anything suspicious, break his limbs and bring him back; we'll decide how to handle him then."

If it weren't for the fact that the funeral was crowded with eyes and most of the guests were wealthy or powerful—making a scene a significant headache—Luca wouldn't have even let the man leave.

Letting Shamira follow him now was also to figure out why this drugged-up idiot dared to come and provoke them.

However, it was now Shamira who began to hesitate.

"Young Master Luca, you are here all by yourself..."

Luca merely shook his head slightly at her words.

"It's fine. There are so many people here; I won't be leaving randomly."

"Besides..."

As he spoke, Luca patted his waist and continued.

"...it's not as if I'm without the means to protect myself."

"Go quickly. If he gets too far away, it will be hard to track him."

At these words, Shamira nodded heavily, then quickly followed in the direction Dragan had departed.

Although some guests who had been keeping an eye on this side noticed Shamira's movements, no one spoke up to point it out at this moment.

Watching the two figures walk away, Luca fell into deep thought.

Luca certainly placed great importance on his family's company.

His own golden finger currently appeared to be the ability to synthesize items.

In such a situation, with the company's capital and channels as support, collecting "core components" or the materials required for synthesis would be twice as effective in the future.

Not to mention that his family owned a weapons company.

If he could take control of those research department talents, laboratories, and industrialized equipment.

It would not be impossible to reverse-engineer items, carry out mass production, and expand the scale of the company in the future.

The two 'sticky missiles' Luca had previously kept from the [Pencil Missile] were intended for this very purpose.

However, Luca was only 14 years old.

Orange Industries had always been managed by his mother, Gina, while his father, Herman, was in charge of research and development.

At his young age, Luca had no opportunity to get involved in the company's affairs.

Now that his father was dead, his mother was in a coma, and the two other minor shareholders had also died in the Battle of New York, the company had effectively been in a state of stagnation for the past week.

The entire city of New York was in a state of panic; it was already a stroke of luck that Orange Industries could continue to operate smoothly, and no one had taken the initiative to propose a shareholders' meeting to change the management.

This also involved the issues of Luca's inheritance and the transfer of company equity.

Under normal circumstances, the process of Luca inheriting his father's estate could take as long as a year, involving matters such as the validation of the will, asset liquidation, tax audits, and court rulings.

Part of his father's estate would also fall under his mother Gina's name.

Although Gina was still in a coma, as long as she was not declared a vegetable by the doctors or deemed unable to ever wake up, she naturally retained her right to inherit the estate.

And if she were to be declared a vegetable, according to the will the two had prepared long ago, both portions of the estate would be inherited by Luca.

However, in that case, the 14-year-old Luca would have to consider the issue of his own legal guardian.

This might involve various troublesome matters such as estate supervision, the intervention of trust funds, and the proxy holding of company shares.

That cheap idiot of an uncle, he wouldn't be trying to fight for my guardianship, would he?