Chapter 67
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-06-30 23:04:02
The emcee continued.

The second: Sullivan Freight Lines, Northern Division — transferred to Harry Sullivan!

John sat up straighter, confused.

The third: Sullivan HighPoint Real Estate Group — transferred to Harry Sullivan.

Barbara’s lips parted in shock.

On and on it went—Sullivan Ventures Capital, Sullivan Global Beverages, the East Grove Estate, the flagship health facilities in Glenview—one after the other, announced and handed over to Harry Sullivan.

Only two minor properties—barely profitable and geographically insignificant—were transferred to members of the second branch.

Just enough to create a smokescreen of fairness

But there was nothing for John’s branch.

Murmurs fluttered among guests.

John’s friends, who had come to celebrate, now whispered among themselves, unsure of how to react.

They cast awkward glances at John’s table, where the atmosphere had shifted from celebration to confusion... then disbelief.

Barbara looked crushed.

Her red lipstick
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