Stark’s Major Shareholder

Inside the chairman’s office.

Kyle cast an indifferent glance at the female secretary. She immediately understood and briskly left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

With the office door shut, the room seemed to become a cage. Stanny slumped weakly in his chair, unable to conceal his dread and panic as he spoke. "Mr. Kyle…"

Kyle raised a finger and gently waved it, reminding him coldly, "Obadiah Stane, here at Stark Industries, you should not address me that way."

Stanny froze slightly, then quickly realized what he meant. Cold sweat soaked through his suit lining. He wiped his brow and lowered himself as he said with difficulty, "I understand… Controlling Shareholder."

That was right—the Controlling Shareholder. Stark Industries’ largest and most senior shareholder, holding eighty-five percent of Stark Industries’ shares.

What did an eighty-five percent stake mean? It meant total control over the company! With a single word, he could directly change the company’s future direction!

"How does it feel to face your superior?" Kyle chuckled as he stepped forward, sat in the guest chair before the desk, and crossed his legs. Yutong stood quietly behind him, leaning there like a breathtakingly beautiful backdrop.

"Very good." Stanny forced a smile, though it looked worse than crying.

Previously, he and the other shareholders had joined forces to hold ten percent of the shares, which had allowed them, to a certain extent, to keep Tony’s five percent stake firmly suppressed.

Now, Kyle had come to settle the score as the major shareholder, crushing him so thoroughly that he had no room to resist.

"As the major shareholder, I have something to announce," Kyle said softly.

"W-what is it?" Stanny had a bad feeling. He took several deep breaths and stared anxiously at Kyle nearby.

"From this moment on, you are dismissed from your position as president of Stark Industries. You will never be rehired."

Kyle said it casually, but with one sentence, he had pronounced the death sentence of Stanny’s career.

"What did you say?!" Stanny was completely stunned. He forced a smile, momentarily suspecting that he had heard wrong.

"You’re fired. Do you need me to repeat it?" Kyle looked at him as though he were an idiot.

Stanny shuddered all over and used every ounce of strength to rise. Bracing both hands against the desk, he stared wide-eyed at Kyle and rasped, "How can you do this?"

"I’m the Controlling Shareholder. Why can’t I?" Kyle shot back. Didn’t he enjoy playing tricks? In this regard, Kyle was truly on an ancestral level.

Stanny suddenly remembered how, just days ago, he had relied on the support of the other shareholders to pressure and threaten Tony.

After beating up the little one, the big one had come out.

And this big one had an absurdly powerful background. Dealing with someone like him was like using an anti-aircraft cannon to kill a mosquito.

"I’ve spent decades at Stark Industries. Even if I have no merit, I’ve at least worked hard. You’re just going to fire me with one sentence?" Stanny’s breathing quickened, his bloodshot eyes filled with veins. "If Howard were here, he never would have…"

"You still have the nerve to mention Howard?" Kyle cut him off and said coldly, "If not for Howard’s sake, do you think you’d still be alive and well right now?"

Stanny choked on his words. His five fingers clenched into fists as he glared at Kyle, furious but not daring to speak.

"I’m being quite reasonable with you right now. Of course you won’t accept being fired," Kyle said, spreading his hands. In an especially punchable tone, he added, "If you want to settle this through the law or through force, be my guest."

Stanny laughed. The law? With absolute controlling shares, Kyle really could dismiss him, the president, as easily as firing an ordinary employee!

Force? The other party was hailed as the strongest hero. How was he supposed to fight him?

"Oh, right. If I rely on that, maybe…"

Stanny thought to himself. His eyes shifted as he contemplated something.

He said in a low voice, "Fine. You don’t need to fire me. I can resign myself right now, but let me pack my things."

"That won’t do." Kyle smiled and said unhurriedly, "Everything in this office belongs to Stark Industries. The only thing you can take is your suit jacket."

"Don’t go too far…" Stanny snapped in fury, but when he saw silver light flicker in Yutong’s eyes behind Kyle, a chilling terror instantly rose in his heart. His arrogance immediately deflated.

"Fine, I’ll leave!"

In the end, that was all Stanny could say. He pulled out his employee card and threw it onto the desk, picked up the suit jacket hanging on the back of his chair, and somewhat awkwardly opened the office door and left.

After he had gone far enough, Yutong said coldly, "Boss. That old man had thoughts of killing you three times just now. If you hadn’t told me earlier to spare his life, I would’ve thrown him off this top floor already."

"So the Iron Machine that attacked the CIA really was his?" Kyle asked, rubbing his chin.

"That’s right." Yutong nodded lightly and gestured toward empty air. The desk drawer opened on its own, and a worn, dimly glowing circular core device floated out from within.

Looking at the object hovering before him, Kyle smiled. "I didn’t expect him to take advantage of Tony’s trip to the Middle East and steal the old energy core that Tony had replaced at home."

"Now that I’ve fired him, he’ll definitely resent it and want to activate that Iron Machine for revenge. And now that the old core is in my hands, the only exposed new energy core is the one in Tony’s chest."

Having analyzed it to this point, Kyle concluded, "So that old man went straight to Tony’s home, didn’t he?"

"Boss, completely correct." Yutong smiled faintly. Under her ability, Stanny’s ordinary thoughts were laid completely bare.

"Just as I expected. The trap has been set. I’m only guiding him forward step by step." Kyle shrugged.

To him, Stanny was as weak as an ant. He could easily press him into the ground and crush him.

For now, however, Stanny still had value. He could burn brightly with every last ounce of effort, transforming into an experienced boss monster to help his big nephew grind a few levels.

A gifted person who sailed smoothly through life could not be called a hero. A hero had to stand alone, possess enough resolve, and most importantly, rise again after falling, turning lessons into motivation!

Since he was a godfather, he had to shoulder a godfather’s responsibility.

Kyle did not mind creating a little trouble within controllable limits to train the rookie hero, Iron Man.

"Yutong. Time to go. Let’s change locations."

Kyle snapped his fingers and walked toward the office balcony. From the sixty-eighth floor, the night wind outside blew his silver hair across his forehead.

A pair of dark wings unfurled behind him. Kyle leaped onto the balcony railing, then sprang forward. With a light flap of his wings, he stirred up a fierce gust and flew into the night sky above the glittering city buildings.

Yutong’s eyes shone with silver light. Her black hair fluttered as her entire body rose into the air, wrapped in extraordinary telekinetic power. A faint silver glow surfaced over her skin as she flew off the balcony, following closely behind Kyle.