Chapter 60: A Failed Plot
"Father, is what Billy said true?"
At this point, Harry no longer cared about politeness. Billy Osborn, who had now laid all his cards on the table, was clearly a real enemy to both him and his father, Norman.
"Sit down, Harry. When someone wants to hurt you, it doesn't matter whether what they say is true or not."
Norman had long anticipated a day like this. Billy Osborn's recent maneuvers hadn't escaped his notice, but he had no choice but to watch Billy weave his way between shareholders.
"Billy Osborn, your goal is to force me out, isn't it?"
"No, no, Norman, you've misunderstood me. I simply believe that Oscorp needs a smarter leader to guide the company out of its current predicament."
The atmosphere in the room shifted quickly.
Many who had previously leaned toward Norman now wavered.
If what Billy said was true, then Norman might really not be fit to continue in this role.
"Well then, Mr. Uchiha Akira, our newly joined shareholder—it's time for you to choose."
Billy's meaning was more than clear, even sending a message to Uchiha Akira's public number before the meeting started.
Unfortunately for him, Uchiha Akira never checked that number.
"I choose Norman Osborn."
"YOU?!"
Billy Osborn almost choked on his own rage.
"Did you even read my report? Norman doesn't have much time left!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Akira tilted his head slightly.
"Well, the thing is—I just don't like you. So in the end, I'd rather go with Norman."
Yes. It was time for this farce to end, though Akira had to admit the whole drama had been... entertaining—scheming, threats, manipulation, betrayal, alliances formed and broken... a masterclass in corporate warfare.
Akira had watched it all unfold, even waited for this explosion.
Taking a seat in Oscorp was only step one—chaos within Oscorp was far more useful.
Oscorp was already one of the top-tier companies in biotechnology.
The only reason they hadn't cracked the Super Soldier Serum was simply because it was far too advanced—almost otherworldly.
In many ways, the Serum was black tech unique to Captain America.
All subsequent versions of the serum were inferior knockoffs.
Just like how true Wood Style belonged to Hashirama Senju—Yamato was just there to plant trees.
What Akira needed Oscorp for was to uncover the secrets of the Sharingan, of the Uchiha clan, and maybe even of the Ōtsutsuki.
Oscorp was the ideal incubator for the future of the Uchiha.
"Well then, Billy, looks like your little scheme failed.
With Uchiha Akira and the other shareholders voting with me—combined with my own shares—we now hold over 60%. Your proposal is rejected."
Norman didn't know why Akira supported him, but the result was satisfying.
For now, he retained control of Oscorp.
"You'll regret this, Uchiha Akira!" Billy spat bitterly, storming out of the room.
The remaining shareholders could only leave with awkward expressions.
This board meeting had been a disaster.
No progress, no resolutions—just a clear fracture among shareholders.
Billy's scheme had failed, and Norman's illness had been exposed.
In the end—no winners. Only loss.
"Mr. Uchiha Akira, please wait," Norman called out.
"Thank you very much for your support today. If you'd be willing, I'd be honored to share dinner with you tonight."
It was a sincere invitation—an opportunity to deepen their relationship… and probe this mysterious man from the East.
"Where? I'll be bringing a companion."
"No problem. I'll reserve the restaurant right away. You and your companion are most welcome."
"Alright. See you tonight."
After parting ways, Norman and Harry stepped into a custom Oscorp business vehicle.
The moment the doors closed, Norman began coughing violently.
"Father?! What's wrong?" Harry leaned in, patting his father's back—but it did little to help.
When Norman finally stopped, blood foamed at the corners of his lips.
"Father… so what Billy said… was true?"
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to scare you. But yes—what Billy said is true. Our family does carry a hereditary illness. And lately… it's gotten worse. That's why I've been in such a hurry all these years."
"I'm sorry, Harry. You may suffer the same fate one day.
I've been trying to develop a cure, a serum that can treat our condition.
That was the real reason I founded Oscorp."
Staring at his weakened father, Harry was overcome with guilt.
All these years of silence had been based on misunderstanding.
A father and son who loved each other… yet so often hurt each other.
"It's okay, Dad. Maybe this is just fate.
I'm not afraid. At least, I had the full love of both you and Mom."
"Let's go to the hospital, Dad. Forget the dinner."
Norman shook his head.
"Silly boy… If hospitals could treat our family's illness, your grandfather wouldn't have died so young.
That dinner tonight is important. Uchiha Akira is too mysterious—I need to figure out what he's hiding."
Harry said nothing more. He knew that once his father made up his mind, no one could change it.
New York Plaza Hotel—one of the most luxurious hotels in the city.
Norman and Harry had already taken their seats, waiting for Akira and his companion.
"Apologies—we're ten minutes late. There was… a complication."
Akira entered, flanked on either side by two women: Jean Grey in a white gown, and Uchiha Izumi in a teal one.
The "complication" was the dispute between Izumi and Jean over who would accompany Akira to the dinner.
To put it simply—they both wanted to go.
Even normally gentle Izumi insisted on being the "date."
So in the end… one date became two.
"No matter," Norman said with a smile.
"Mr. Akira, you have impeccable taste. Both your companions are stunning."
"Would you mind introducing them?"
"Oh, of course. This is Uchiha Izumi, a member of my clan.
And this is Jean Grey, a friend."
The word "clan" immediately caught Norman's attention.
That term was rarely used in this day and age.
Only now did Norman realize why he had felt an unspoken distance when they first met.
Back then, he hadn't paid it much thought.
But now, he understood—Akira's long hair wasn't a fashion statement, but a reflection of cultural tradition.
It wasn't rebellion—it was identity.
Even Akira himself hadn't realized it:
He had fully embraced the Uchiha's customs—without even thinking.
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