Five minutes passed before the elevator doors slid open once more. About five minutes before that time, inside the elevator, Merrick Strauss and his entourage had already entered, their conversation was casual and confident. The six men were scattered inside, engaged in low discussions, oblivious to their surroundings.Nolan’s gaze flicked to the group of men once again. He noticed one man in particular—a tall figure with sharp features, wearing an ash-gray suit. His demeanor was different from the others—cold, calculating. This man didn’t have the look of someone who had earned his position; he looked as though he was simply waiting for what was rightfully his.“That one,” Carter said, his voice was a soft whisper, barely audible over the hum of the elevator. He gestured subtly toward the man in the gray suit. “That’s Merrick Strauss. Mr. Timothy Strauss’s first son.”Nolan frowned, his eyes narrowing. “Merrick Strauss?” he repeated. “The first son?”Carter nodded. “He’s the percei

The room fell into a heavy silence as Mr. Timothy Strauss was carefully helped into the boardroom. His once powerful and confident frame now looked fragile, as though the weight of years had suddenly caught up with him. Two aides gently wheeled him to the center of the room, making sure he was comfortable in the chair that awaited him. As the aides assisted him, Nolan couldn't help but stare. His eyes remained locked on Mr. Strauss, his mind was racing with questions. What happened to him? He had been full of life just days ago. How could he have deteriorated so quickly?Nolan’s mind quickly tried to come up with logical explanations. Could it be some sort of illness? A sudden stroke? Or maybe a poisoning, something that would explain such a rapid change? He ran through the possibilities in his head, but each answer seemed less likely than the other. Could it be stress? The pressures of running a major company like Timo Fintech Enterprise could take a toll. He shook his head