He Married Another So I Accepted My Arranged Husband Chapter 22
On the day of the arbitration, the street outside the neutral club was packed.
Even though Northstar had already filed for bankruptcy, its clients, routes, and systems had once touched the interests of countless partners. Everyone was waiting to see who would walk away with the remaining equity, and who would be left holding the debt.
Desmond got out of the car with me.
He walked me only to the entrance.
“Call me when it’s over.”
“You’re not coming in?”
“The applicant is Indigo Conti,” he said simply. “Not Mrs. Bellandi.”
He lowered his head and kissed my forehead.
“Go get back what’s yours.”
Inside the meeting room, the Ferraro family’s adviser spoke first.
“The registration, taxes, and external contracts of Northstar were all signed by Salvatore Ferraro.”
“Even if a nominee agreement exists, it was never approved by the Ferraro Family council and is therefore invalid.”
The Moretti adviser immediately followed.
“Whether that agreement is valid or not has nothing to do with us.”
“Salvatore later transferred fifty percent of the company to Talia in front of witnesses from both sides. A public alliance agreement carries more weight than any private arrangement he had with Ms. Conti.”
I lifted my eyes.
“If he had the authority to transfer it, then that means the fifty percent share existed as a distinct asset.”
The adviser frowned.
“Of course it existed.”
“If it existed,” I said, “then on what grounds are you arguing that my nominee agreement has no force?”
The room went silent for a few seconds.
One of the liquidation committee members tapped the table.
“Applicant, please present your evidence.”
I didn’t talk about our six years together. I didn’t mention my relationship with Salvatore at all.
My adviser projected the first document onto the screen.
Every page of the nominee agreement bore Salvatore’s signature, and the final page was witnessed by two advisers.
The second document was the equity separation agreement sent to his encrypted email on the day of the wedding.
The timestamp was from before the ceremony.
After it came his reply.
*I’m just helping Talia get out of an arranged marriage, and you’re going to carve off half the company?*
I looked at the Moretti adviser.
“He said ‘half the company,’ not ‘a potential half.’ He knew exactly what I was taking back.”