Chapter 140: I Want Your Company! Part 1

A day later, in the TG Motors PH headquarters in BGC. Nine o’clock in the morning.Hana was preparing for the video conference setup inside the executive meeting room. The blinds were half-drawn, allowing soft morning light to spill across the long glass table. Multiple screens were already powered on, each displaying the NuScale Energy logo in standby mode. A small stack of printed briefing notes sat beside her tablet, neatly arranged and color-tabbed.

She moved with quiet efficiency, double-checking the audio system, adjusting the overhead camera, and confirming the security encryption settings on the call. For a meeting of this scale, nothing could be left unchecked, not when the topic was nuclear technology.

The door opened with a soft click.

Timothy entered, dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks, sleeves slightly rolled up. He looked calm, but Hana knew him well enough to catch the sharp focus in his eyes. This wasn’t like the interviews or the IPO celebration — this was the beginning of something bigger, something long-term.

"Everything ready?" Timothy asked, setting his coffee cup down at the head of the table.

"Almost. I’m just waiting for the IT team to confirm the secure line." Hana tapped her earpiece. "They should message me any second."

As if on cue, her tablet pinged.

"Connection secured," she read aloud. "NuScale is on standby. They’re just waiting for your signal."

Timothy gave a small approving nod. "Good. Let’s start in five minutes."

"You’re going to tell them your plan of acquisitioning the company?" Hana asked.

"Well, I want to be direct and end this quickly. Their value is dropping, right?" Timothy replied, taking a seat and flipping through the documents without really reading — he already memorized most of it last night.

Hana nodded. "Yes. NuScale’s stock has been sliding for months. Their projected Utah project was canceled earlier this year, and several of their investor groups pulled out. Analysts think they’re entering a vulnerable phase."

"Good," Timothy said casually, though his tone carried an underlying edge. "A vulnerable company is easier to negotiate with.""Very well."

Before she could reply, a soft chime echoed through the room. The monitors flickered, NuScale was now officially requesting connection.

Hana glanced at him. "Ready?"

Timothy straightened his collar. "Start it."

Hana tapped the console.

All five screens blinked to life, stabilizing into a multi-window display. A conference room appeared, sleek, modern, with a digital NuScale banner behind the participants. Three men were seated at the table, including the familiar face from last night’s email — a Filipino-American in his late fifties wearing glasses.

He leaned forward with a smile. "Good morning, Mr. Guerrero. This is John Reyes, Chief Development Officer of NuScale Energy. Thank you for meeting with us on such short notice."

Timothy offered a polite nod. "Good morning, Mr. Reyes. Thank you for taking time to speak with us. Now let me get this straight, I want to buy whole of Nuscale, what do you think about that?"

The three executives on screen stiffened almost simultaneously, subtle, but noticeable. Even the NuScale banner behind them seemed to freeze with the weight of Timothy’s words.

John Reyes blinked twice, taken aback. "Ah... Mr. Guerrero, you mean—acquisition? As in, full buyout?"

"Yes," Timothy answered without hesitation. "I want NuScale. All of it. Technology, patents, assets, SMR rights, and the entire engineering workforce."

He folded his hands calmly. "I don’t like dancing around topics. It wastes time."

A brief silence followed, the kind filled with rapidly exchanged glances, muted whispers, and the subtle tightening of shoulders from the NuScale side. The two American executives leaned closer to John, clearly trying to assess the gravity of the proposal.

John cleared his throat. "Mr. Guerrero... that’s a very bold approach."

"It’s a bold world," Timothy replied.

One of the American executives, a man in his early sixties with silver hair, leaned forward. "Mr. Guerrero, NuScale is still a U.S.-regulated nuclear technology firm. Even if we entertain acquisition talks, the U.S. government would have to approve—"

"I know," Timothy cut in smoothly. "Nuclear regulatory approval, foreign investment review, national security clearance. I’m aware."

"Then you know this isn’t something that happens overnight," the man said cautiously.

Timothy nodded. "Which is why I’m offering early."

He glanced briefly at the documents on the table, mostly for effect.

"You’re experiencing financial strain, stock decline, multiple project cancellations, rising operational burn, and investor withdrawal. You can either drown slowly, or let someone with capital pull you up."

John exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly. "Mr. Guerrero... to be transparent, NuScale has been seeking new strategic partners, but a full buyout—"

"—is exactly what you need," Timothy finished. "You want stability. I want the technology. This is mutually beneficial."

"Let me make it clearer," Timothy continued. "I’m offering valuation based not on your current stock price, because that’s too low, nor your projected valuation—because that’s unrealistic. I’m offering based on your remaining assets, patents, and potential market role in Southeast Asia and the Pacific."

John rubbed his temple. "If I may ask... what’s your number?"

Timothy didn’t blink.

"Six billion dollars."

The room on the screen froze.

One of the executives leaned back, stunned. "Six... billion?"

"That is my opening offer," Timothy said calmly. "Subject to due diligence and government approval. But I’m ready to place the initial escrow within sixty days."

John took off his glasses, massaging the ridge of his nose. "Mr. Guerrero... that would be one of the biggest clean-energy acquisitions in the world."

"I’m aware," Timothy said. "And the Philippines will be the nuclear capital of Southeast Asia. You can be part of that, or you can decline and hope your remaining investors stay."

Another executive spoke up, voice quieter but more emotional. "Why us? Why NuScale? Why not just partner with GE Hitachi or Rolls-Royce? They also have SMR designs."

Timothy smiled faintly. "Because you need me more."

His tone softened, but his words didn’t.

"And because NuScale’s design philosophy aligns with my own. Modular, scalable, decentralized, and rapidly deployable. Your SMRs are the future of archipelagic nations. And my country is an archipelago."

He leaned slightly forward.

"I’m not buying you to bury you. I’m buying you because together, we can lead the nuclear revolution across Asia."