Jacob picked up his file and took out the small envelope which he had found on his father's study. "I am sorry, but you leave me with no other option, Mr. Hilton!" Jacob quickly opened the envelope and took out the white sheet and placed is on the projector machine's display table.

The sheet was actually a contractual loan between the two companies, duely signed by Jacob's father and Charles. The amount stated was 200 million dollars, which Hilton group had to pay back in installments.

The crowd gaped at the evidence produced by the boy. Whereas Jacob simply looked at his father's signatures, feeling nostalgic. This was Jacob's last resort, to produce this letter before the public. He had thought of producing it only when Charles try to take things really messy and out of control.

"You....You...Where did you get this from?" Charles murmered, not knowing he was being heard by the entire audience due to the microphone close to his mouth. "This was supposed to be in my office! How did you get it?"

The crowd looked at Hilton in surprise, while some of them were still gapping at the screen in shock.

Jacob did not bother to answer the question. He knew the man was now blabbering only in nervouseness.

"Well, seems like Mr. Hilton is not in a mood to ask any further questions. Anybody else, who would want to ask anything is more than welcome!"

The crowd was silent, looking at the boy admiringly. Charles quietly sat down, on his seat, still looking at the words which the projector was showing. Soon Jacob signalled and the lights were switched on again.

"Well then! In that case, I declare that this investor's meet has officially come to an end. Thank you so much for your presence, everybody. Have a good day!"

The crowd errupted in another round of applause, while the whole crowd stood up to cheer for the boy. Jacob smiled and stepped down from the stage, feeling overwhelmed at the reaction of the audience.