Meanwhile, at the main distributor office of Saran Group in the north. Devon puffed on a cigar while staring at the glass of expensive red wine in front of him, its rich aroma filling the air. “The Chairman is furious with the performance in Voroz lately. He is truly displeased.” Devon shook his head slowly. “Those two markets, Voroz and the north, are vital. Yet you gave up so easily. You are completely useless.” The men sitting across from him kept their heads down. None dared to argue; they could only endure the storm of scolding. “Saran Group has lost nearly one billion dollars recently. Can you bear the consequences?” No answer came. They lowered their heads even further. “Hmph.” Devon sneered coldly. He flicked his cigar aside, lifted the glass of red wine, and swirled it gently. “This time, you cannot fail. If you fail again, Chairman Redot Moore will never forgive you.” “Yes, Mr. Devon! Do not worry, Mr. Devon. This time we are fully prepared. We will not disap

"What did you do the last time you went to Hamilton Group?!" Devon shouted furiously. Kryson’s face turned pale, drained of all color. He stared at Devon in confusion. Wasn’t it Devon himself who sent him there? Then why was Devon asking him that now? Devon didn’t want to hear any explanations from Kryson. His anger boiled over until his whole body trembled, and his voice turned harsh. He had prepared the trap perfectly. Even if Justin spoke eloquently, Hamilton Group should have had a hard time turning the tables. But somehow, that crucial piece of evidence ended up pushing Saran Group into a devastating loss! Devon slapped Kryson hard across the face and roared, “You useless!” Kryson trembled in fear. He wanted to explain, but Devon refused to listen. With a face full of rage, Devon turned around and stormed off. He didn’t want to humiliate himself any further in front of so many people. He came from the Moore family overseas. If he became the laughingstock of the northern

"Mr. Aubin is the head of Chimuz Market under the Saran Group, which means you have the biggest voice in this area. Why did you suddenly decide to join the Hamilton Group?" Dixon stared straight at him. The man before him had just betrayed the Saran Group and leaked key evidence to the Hamilton Group. Because of that, Justin would not even need to lift a finger to bring Saran Group down. "Because… I want to live," Aubin said awkwardly, taking a deep breath. "Money and status come and go. What matters most is staying alive." Aubin knew very well how the Moore family worked. They would use any means necessary and never forgive failure. Someone like him, who seemed successful on the surface, was nothing more than a dog to the Moore family, disposable and easily replaced. "Did the Hamilton Group try to kill you?" Dixon asked with a faint smile. "No, it’s the Saran Group and the Moore family who want me dead," Aubin answered honestly. "The Hamilton Group, on the other hand, is a comp

Aubin was truly a cunning fox. The business world was no less ruthless than the battlefield, and Aubin was an expert at turning loyalty into strength. Whatever strategy he came up with, Aubin always handled everything himself. Dixon only needed to wait for the results. Dixon turned his head and saw Diana standing in front of the mirror, checking her reflection from every angle. She looked so serious, as if she were about to attend the most glamorous ball in the city. "Is this really necessary?" Dixon asked as he leaned back on the sofa, slightly annoyed by how much effort she was putting into her appearance. To him, for a simple dinner, changing clothes was more than enough. Diana glanced at him with a soft smile. "Is it too much?" Dixon didn’t answer. He simply stared at her, expressionless. He had no intention of controlling Diana, but he didn’t like how dazzling she looked tonight either. In his eyes, a dinner at the Edric residence was no reason to go overboard. "I'm a

"Let us go! You’ll regret it if you don’t!” one of them begged. Dixon pressed harder. The sound of bone cracking filled the air. "I told you not to scream.” The next scream died in their throats. One of them bit his lip until it bled just to hold in the pain. Finally, one whispered hoarsely, “It was… it was Mr. Dev… Devon who sent us!” Dixon’s eyes narrowed. Just as he thought. Devon again. “How dare he send you here,” Dixon muttered coldly. “Has he gotten tired of living?” The men trembled uncontrollably. “Was he also the one who attacked my wife?” Dixon asked, his tone dark. “Y-yes! Please, let us go!” they shouted together. But it was already too late. Dixon’s eyes were void of mercy. They were professional killers—cold, ruthless men who had survived years in the underworld. But tonight, their fate ended here. Dixon pressed his foot down harder. The two collapsed, unconscious before they could even cry out. He stood, his expression unreadable, and stared t