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    The ountant stared at Josh’s back and shouted, “Mr. McCoy, you need to flee right now — before it’s toote!”


    Josh’s hands tightened into fists as he gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window.


    The office was in a prestigious high-rise above a constant stream of traffic. He had worked so hard to reach his current position, and now he was expected to leave in disgrace? How could he ept that?


    Suddenly, the office door mmed open, and Mason strolled in.


    He was ying a game on his phone, thumbs flying as the sound of digital gunfire filled the room. He didn’t even nce up. “Dad, I just found a limited edition car — literally one-of-a-kind. I want it. You’ll have to pay.”


    Pausing his game for a heartbeat, Mason flicked his gaze up. “So, the finance manager is here too. Dad, just tell him to send the money to my ount, okay?” His attention snapped straight back to the glowing screen, oblivious to the tension swirling through the room.


    Josh red at his son, disappointment etched deep across his face, a vein pulsing angrily at his temple. Without warning, he snatched a folder from his desk and hurled it straight at Mason, striking him hard.


    “Put that damn game down! Are you even aware thepany’s about to implode?”


    Clutching the spot where the folder had struck him, Mason just stared at his father, dazed and speechless. Meanwhile, the friends ying online with Mason — an elite circle of rich guys — had all fallen silent on the other end of the phone.


    For several seconds, nothing but the artificial gunfire and digital chaos from the game echoed through the speaker.


    Finally, a shaky voice broke the silence. “Uh, Mason, was that your dad just now? Did he just mention there’s trouble at hispany? It can’t be a problem with the investment, right? My family poured a fortune into that project. If anything goes wrong now, we’re finished.” Panic rising in his chest, Mason quit the game in a frenzy.


    Hamilton, still in shock, barely noticed the city lights flickering past as he drove home. He hadn’t even reached the vi when his phone began to buzz nonstop.


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    His secretary was calling.


    Brad and Ethan kept trying to call him too.


    His inbox was a storm — acquaintances, old business contacts, even distant rtives, all flooding him with messages.<fnf9d8> Read full story at find?novel</fnf9d8>


    Hamilton’s nerves finally snapped. He pulled his car to the curb, his hands trembling as he tried to catch his breath. Just as he steadied himself, a notification shed across his phone — a breaking news alert. The headline burned through his daze: “A Shocking Scam?”


    For a heartbeat, Hamilton’s mind wentpletely nk.


    His fingers hovered in midair. Then, pulse racing, he stabbed at the link and opened the article.


    The audio yed a heated voice. “Put that damn game down! Are you even aware thepany’s about to implode?”


    That voice crashed through Hamilton’s mind like a thunderp.


    Numb, he ignored the barrage of iing calls and messages. His fingers shook as he jabbed the ignition, flooring the gas pedal and racing through the city in a panicked daze.


    When he finally screeched to a stop outside McCoy Group, the distant thunder of a jet roared overhead, its sound rattling through his bones as if the whole world had been turned upside down.


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