Lucas, Rickard, and his cousin brothers gathered in his office the next morning. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of tension. They knew that they had to tackle the problems and harsh words from shareholders head-on, which Lucas had related to them.“Alright, guys, we need to come up with a solid plan to address the issues raised by the shareholders. We can't afford to ignore their concerns," Lucas said, his face showing signs of worry.“I agree, Lucas. We need to show them that we're taking their words seriously, and that you wouldn't go down without fighting. Let's start by analyzing their specific grievances and finding ways to address them," Rickard said, supporting Lucas.“I think it's crucial to communicate our long-term vision and strategy to the shareholders. If they understand the bigger picture, they might be more willing to support us," Jack said, speaking up for the first time as he raised his head from his hands. "But we also need to be prepared for potential backlash.

Lucas's phone rang incessantly, jolting him out of a fitful sleep. He groaned and fumbled for the device, his heart sinking as he saw the number of missed calls and voicemails. Despite his recent exoneration from the accident accusations, it seemed that trouble was far from over. His phone buzzed with recordings and videos sent by his cousins, each one more disturbing than the last.Frustrated and anxious, Lucas dialed Rickard's number, his voice urgent as he pleaded for him to come over immediately. "Rickard, I need you to come over right now. It's urgent," he said, the urgency evident in his tone.As he made his way to the living room, he was greeted not by Rickard but by his cousins, John and Ellie, both wearing expressions of anger and accusation. Before Lucas could even open his mouth, a heated quarrel erupted, their voices rising in anger filled with accusations and grievances."Can't you see what you've done? This is all your fault!" John exclaimed, his face contorted with rage

As the sun began to set over Malibu, Lucas made his way to Ivy's house, a beautiful beachfront property overlooking the ocean. He knocked on the door, and Ivy greeted him with a warm smile. "Thanks for coming over, Lucas," she said, leading him inside. The aroma of a delicious home-cooked meal filled the air as they entered the kitchen, where Ivy's mother, Praise Lain, was putting the finishing touches on a gourmet dinner. "Lucas, it's so nice to see you again," Praise said, welcoming him with a hug. "Ivy has told me so much about the recent happenings in the company. How are you holding on?” As they sat down at the table, the conversation turned to the challenges facing their company. "We've been working on some strategies to address the sales decline in Malibu," Ivy explained, her eyes reflecting determination. "I think we can turn things around with the right approach." Lucas nodded thoughtfully, offering his insights and ideas on how to revitalize their business in the area. Pr

n the rundown apartment, the bulky man sat, his hand dancing on his laptop keyboard. With a sense of purpose, he typed out a detailed write-up concerning the laundering of money involving the Bryan empire, a dirty deal carried out by Lucas's grandfather.After he finished, he reached for his phone and dialed a number, a smirk playing on his lips as he waited for the call to connect. "I've got some juicy information for you," he said with a chuckle. "It looks like Lucas's grandfather has some skeletons in his closet." The bulky man's laughter echoed through the empty room as he ended the call, reveling in the chaos he had just unleashed.---At the office, in Rickard's office, Flint and Rickard were discussing."Hey Flint, I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier. I didn't mean to come across as rude.""No worries, Rickard. I appreciate the apology. Let's talk it out and clear the air. It really was obvious I would be suspected. Lucas and I started off on the wrong foot.”T

Ivy stood in the conference room, surrounded by the remaining market shareholders. She could feel the tension in the air as they insisted on taking their shares out. Ivy knew she had a difficult task ahead of her, trying to convince them otherwise."Good day all, Look, I understand that you're concerned about the current state of the market, but pulling out your shares now may not be the best decision.Her voice was steady and composed, trying to convey a sense of reason and stability. Ivy wanted to assure the shareholders that she had their best interests in mind."But Ivy, the market is plummeting! We can't afford to stay invested in a sinking ship." The shareholder's voice was filled with frustration and worry.They were clearly anxious about their investments and the uncertain market conditions."I hear your concerns, and I acknowledge that the market is going through a rough patch. However, it's important to remember that investing is a long-term game." She spoke with conviction,