Derrick watched her for a moment, then looked ahead again.“We’ll find a way through it,” he said quietly without no hesitation or doubt.Just certainty.Ivy turned to him, studying his face as though weighing the sincerity behind his words. Then, slowly, she nodded.“I know,” she said.And for some reason, she meant it.A few steps later, Derrick’s fingers shifted, lacing with hers gently.She glanced down briefly, then back up, her expression softening as she let her hand rest in his.Together, they continued walking.It wasn’t long before figures appeared ahead, approaching from opposite end.Derrick squinted slightly. “Ivy?”She followed his gaze, and recognition dawned almost immediately. "Dora?”“And Frederick,” Derrick added.As the distance between them closed, smiles formed naturally on both sides."Long time no see!” Dora exclaimed, her voice bright as they met midway.She stepped forward, pulling Ivy into a quick, warm embrace.Frederick nodded at Derrick, extending a hand.

"No they won't," Derrick replied. "Not really though. We just need to convince them enough to stand against him today. Perhaps he'd be pressured to sell off some of the shares."Ivy frowned slightly. “That won’t be easy either. First off, if he’s leading, chances are he’s already spoken to some of them.”“Maybe,” Derrick said. “But not all.”He paused, his expression sharpening. “Even if he has… influence isn’t loyalty.”That hung in the air for a second.Ivy studied him, something about the way he said it made her think deeper.“You think we can turn them?” she asked.Derrick didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he turned back to the screen, zooming into the shareholder chart. He stared at the names, percentages and ratio differences."A faint smirk touched his lips.“Not all of them,” he said. “We don’t need all.”He pointed lightly at the screen. "We just the right ones.”Ivy stepped closer, her shoulder nearly brushing his as she followed his gaze.“Which ones?” she asked.Derrick’

"It is time," Mr. Elvis said with a smile. "Time to move this great company to the future." He said it in a manner that depicted that he only needed to believe it, and that was all. Derrick didn't indulge him on it. He simply moved past the statement as though it was nothing beyond background noise. He walked deeper into the room with unhurried strides, his attention shifting to the table and the arrangements of seats. He didn't even spare as much as a glance at Elvis' direction as he pulled out a seat and sat. Then he rested a hand lightly against the table as he adjusted his chair. He leaned back slightly and crossed a leg over the other, his gaze lowered just enough to suggest that Elvis didn't matter as much as the man thought he did. Ivy followed his lead without hesitation. She stepped forward and took the seat beside him, her movements measured, though the tension in her shoulders had not entirely faded. For a brief moment, her eyes flicked toward Elvis. But she quickly

Ivy instantly rose to her feet. "No," she whispered in complete shock. "This isn't...no." Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, as if her body needed something to anchor itself to while her mind caught up. Across the table, Ma Lorenzo rose to her feet as well. But the quiet composure that had defined earlier vanished as her eyes settled fully on her grandson. For the first time since she stepped into the boardroom, her control completely slipped. “No…” The word came low, almost involuntary, as though it had escaped before she could decide whether to allow it. “No, that is not possible.” The attention of the entire room shifted to Moses right then, as no one believed what was going on. He approached the head of the table and took the seat right at the vacant head chair. As he settled, his gaze lifted and found the eyes of his cousin. Then he deliberately smiled and winked at her. Ivy held his gaze, though the shock had not fully left her yet. "Right about time," Elvis sai

The security men stood at the entrance of the boardroom, their eyes slowly traveling across the room in disbelief. From Ma Lorenzo, seated with quiet dignity at the far end of the table, to Dominic, who had not moved from his position and whose expression revealed nothing at all. The confusion on their faces was painful to watch. Moses read the hesitation immediately. He exhaled sharply, then walked toward the projector, tapping the screen and pulling up the pie chart that had shifted everything. "Look at this," he started, calmly. "These are the current shareholdings of the Lorenzo Group." His finger traced the largest segment on the chart. "This portion here belongs to me... I bought it, I own it and that makes me the major shareholder and new Director of this company." The board members who remained standing began nodding slowly. One after another, a quiet chorus of murmured confirmations passed between them. "He's right," one said. "Majority rules," another added. "That's