Reborn in Tokyo: From Heiress to Global Tycoon

Palo Alto, 3000 Sand Hill Road.

In the conference room of the Wilson, Sancini, Gucci, Rosadi law firm, the central air conditioning was blasting, but it couldn't suppress the tense atmosphere.

Two distinct groups of people sat on either side of the long mahogany table.

On the left were the Cisco founders, still dressed casually. Ryan Bosack tugged at his ill-fitting tie, his fingers tapping anxiously on his knee. Sandy Lerner, wearing a black turtleneck, looked tense, with the check Satsuki had given her yesterday pressed against her hand.

To his right sat Michael, a partner representative from Sequoia Capital. Behind him were two lawyers in suits, and a thick stack of documents lay before them.

Satsuki sat at the head of the long table.

She was wearing a black Chanel suit today, her hair was up, revealing her long, slender neck. She held a glass of warm water in her hand and looked calmly at Michael across from her.

"Miss Saionji".

Michael glanced at the checks on the table, closed the folder in his hand, and spoke curtly.

"Your cash is very attractive. But as an early investor in Cisco, Sequoia Capital has a 'preemptive right'."

He stretched out his finger and tapped it heavily on the table.

"According to the terms, we can acquire the shares that Sandy and Lane want to sell for the same price, if we so choose. This check you gave me privately yesterday will not be valid until the board signs off on this right."

The conference room was deathly silent.

Sandy Lerner clenched her fists, about to lash out, but was held down by her husband beside her.

"Mr. Michael."

Satsuki put down her water glass. The sound of the porcelain glass tapping on the table was very soft, yet clearly audible to everyone.

"You certainly have that right. Sequoia Capital certainly has the money."

She leaned back slightly in her chair, her gaze sweeping over the legal team behind Michael.

"However, there are some things that dollars can't buy."

Michael narrowed his eyes: "For example?"

Satsuki turned her head to look at Fujita Tsuyoshi behind her.

Fujita stepped forward, placed a black briefcase on the table, opened it, took out a document written entirely in Japanese and a translation in English, and pushed it in front of Michael.

Michael picked up the file and quickly scanned it.