Warren was surprised that Anna had actually gotten angry with him, and so were the others. She rarely took offense and never raised her voice at anybody unless it was absolutely necessary or unless she was seriously pissed off.Warren was a new shareholder, which was how he had gotten his place on the board. He was actually the third-largest shareholder, with five percent of the shares in his possession.However, his shares were still nothing compared to the other two major shareholders, though he did not seem to realize that, as he enjoyed flexing his power.He stood up and bowed politely. "I am sorry, Miss Anna, for mistakenly crossing the line. Please accept the apology of a gentleman."Anna thought he was being insincere, but she still nodded and accepted his apology."I have thought about it, and I believe we should take the risk. Even though it is risky, I still want to proceed, and I am sure Willstark will not do something that would jeopardize their own company." She looked de

“You think I’ll believe that?” Zhao asked with a smirk.“I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t,” Mark replied. “You overanalyze everything, looking for meaning in things that have none, just to force them to fit your idea of logic. But now isn’t the time to argue. You’ll tell me what you know later. For now, let’s clean this place up.” His tone was firm.The priest and the others had already fled. Only the corpses of the five funeral attendees that where shot and the bodies of the attackers remained.Mark took a lighter from his pocket and set Kingsley's corpse ablaze. Gasoline had already been poured over.“Come on, let’s go. Stuart, call some people to clear this place up.”Both men nodded and followed him. Mark got into Zhao’s SUV, while Stuart followed behind in his own luxurious SUV. They soon arrived at the hotel where Zhao was staying.“Have you made the call?” Mark whispered to Stuart inside the elevator.“Yes. I briefly explained what happened. They’ll take care of the rest,”

Mark overheard them but completely ignored their chatter. He took out his phone to call the manager to bring him the key to his suite.Unfortunately, the phone was dead."Damn," he muttered under his breath.He walked straight to the reception desk."Hello, can you please help me call your manager?" he asked.The receptionist and her colleagues stared at him in disbelief at what they perceived as outrageous audacity."Excuse me, sir, but you cannot just demand to speak to the manager. If you wish to book a room, tell me, and I will inform you of what is available," the receptionist said."I already have a room. I just need the key," Mark replied. He was telling the truth; the King Suite had been built specially for him."The key? How is it possible that you booked a room and do not have a key? Why don't you call the manager yourself?" she asked mockingly.Mark frowned."Call the manager for me," he said. His voice was now low and dangerous. He was genuinely pissed off.Instinctively,

"Brothers and sisters, please, can you all calm down?" Warren said as he stood up.Seeing that they obeyed, he nodded and continued. "What I want to say is very simple. Why scare this man away? Isn't this the perfect chance to get rid of these useless shares?" He smirked."Normally, given Sico Technology’s current condition, selling the shares at thirty percent of the original price would be difficult. Now we have found a fool who is ready to buy at not just one hundred, but two hundred percent of the price. So what are we still waiting for?"Silence fell.Everyone glanced at one another and murmured quietly while Warren stood there, smirking.His plan was quite simple: make the man give up on buying the shares and investing in Sico Technology. Warren had his own plans for the company.He had a lab somewhere in Panya that was researching a new type of battery for cars. It was not a groundbreaking discovery, since top companies had already produced such batteries, but there were only a

"Anna, what is wrong?" He appeared in the kitchen almost instantly.Anna's left hand was bleeding, and a knife lay on the floor. Mark understood immediately that she had accidentally cut herself.A first aid box was on the nearby counter. He quickly retrieved it and guided Anna to the living room. He began by cleaning the wound with antiseptic, and after he finished, he bandaged it carefully.Once he had searched through the first aid box, he turned back to her. "There's no paracetamol?""No need; it's just a small cut. It will heal in no time," she said reassuringly.Mark was still worried, but since there was no paracetamol, he could only give up. He carried the first aid box away and returned with a platter of fruits and a new knife."I will cut the fruits for you.""Mmm." She nodded shyly.Mark started by cutting the orange. He gave her one slice and took the others. The two talked a bit more, and then Anna suddenly began shivering.He quickly checked her temperature and realized