As the people realized Jack’s true goal here today, a small murmur passed through the crowd. It started as whispers first, quiet voices filled with disbelief, but then it grew louder, shifting into something close to hope. It seemed like most of the employees agreed, even if they didn’t say it outright. The idea of someone else—anyone else—buying the company sounded like a godsend. Maybe it meant better pay. Maybe it meant less abuse. But all of that still depended on whether Jack was telling the truth.Brent and Amelia shivered when they thought about what this might actually mean for them. Not just the company. But them. Brent stared down at the floor like it would swallow him whole, and Amelia’s jaw tightened. No, it couldn’t be true. It had to be a bluff. Jack didn’t have that kind of money. He couldn’t have. Her face twisted in disbelief, her red lips tight, the layers of makeup on her face starting to look like a mask ready to crack. Then, without a word, she stormed over, heels

After Jack threw his cards all over the floor, he walked out without looking back. He didn’t care about their reactions anymore. All he had to do now was wait and watch the moment unfold. REC was already starting to fall apart. He would be there when the cracks widened. He would be there to pick up the pieces. Christa’s ultimate plan was working exactly the way they had mapped it out during those late-night calls when no one else was listening. She had planned every move, every leak, and every whisper. Jack simply followed through.The corporation was in panic mode. Stock prices were crashing day after day with no sign of recovery. Internal messages were leaked to the public. Rumors began to spread like wildfire. Whispers turned into articles. Stories turned into headlines. Blogs and newspapers printed whatever they could gather, whether real or fake. It didn’t matter. The narrative was already poisoned. REC was bleeding from the inside, and the world was watching.Winston worked hand

The dealership stood there like it was some king's palace. Its massive glass walls caught the sunlight sharply, causing the glass to reflect the light and forcing anyone who looked too long to squint. Inside, the floor was polished to a mirror shine, reflecting every footstep, every flicker of shadow. The air carried that weird mix of new leather and overpowering cleaning chemicals. The kind of smell that instantly told you this place wasn’t for just anyone. Every car was spaced out carefully, as if it were fragile museum art, glinting under the harsh showroom lights.Jack stepped inside, feeling the cool blast of air conditioning hit his face, a relief from the sticky summer heat outside. He was dressed in a navy suit, no tie. It was the kind of look that said he cared, but not enough to scream for attention. His shoes had a decent shine, and the watch on his wrist was nice enough, but nothing flashy to brag about. He hadn’t gotten his cash flowing in yet, so now was not the time for

A wave of shock moved through the room like a gust of cold wind, followed by a moment of quiet disbelief. It didn’t make sense. The shareholders had sat down expecting a boring meeting, maybe another useless update, but now some young man was standing there in a suit that clearly wasn’t from a thrift store, talking like he owned the place. Once the initial confusion passed, their expressions changed. The polite confusion faded, and their faces twisted. Frowns hardened. Jawlines clenched. Mr. Luster, who had always been the first to react when his authority felt threatened, stood slowly. His tone was cold enough to freeze water. “Kid, what’s your name? Do you even know who you’re insulting?” Before Jack could respond, another voice came from the side. Mrs. Eith crossed her legs, arms folded, her tone sharp with that layered smugness only the rich could pull off. “Whoever your daddy is, don’t think he can save you. You’ll regret insulting us today.” Jack stood there unfazed, no matt

Jack’s eyes settled on the culprit, his gaze scanning the man for the object that was boosting his confidence. From among the seated board members and shareholders, a figure stood with just enough arrogance in his stride to make his identity clear before he even spoke. Christos.Jack didn’t look away. He stood up too and walked slowly but steadily toward him, the sound of his shoes echoing in the quiet room as everyone else stayed seated. Once he was close enough, Jack locked eyes with the older man. The tension was unmistakable. Christos didn’t flinch. He met Jack’s gaze with that same conceited smirk plastered on his face, like he had already won whatever battle was unfolding.Christos finally broke the silence. “Nice try, kid. You might fool everyone here, but you’re not fooling me. Don’t you know that even a madman knows there are some paths he can’t take?”The words left Christos’ mouth with a cold sting. His tone was casual, yet it held a certain venom that was clearly meant to