Camden sat in his office like a deted balloon.
In just one month, he’d plummeted from the clouds into the mud.
The mass exodus of the board of directors had left himpletely powerless.
Then, one after another, his core projects imploded. Shareholders banded together to sue him, and the astronomical damage ims left him gasping for air.
He’d liquidated everything he could, even painfully sold off portions of his shares, but it was all just a drop in the
bucket.
Ashworth Holdings was now an empty shell.
Without a capital injection, bankruptcy was imminent.
Meanwhile, I stood with city leaders on that West Sidend, participating in the ribbon–cutting ceremony for the new development project.
Media coverage was everywhere.
The grand spectacle made it impossible for Camden to miss what he’d given up.
Hepletely lost his mind.
“Sage, you knew all along? You and that ungrateful bastard conspired against me?”
He cornered me outside the Sterling Industries building, his voice hoarse like a trapped animal.
“Who are you calling an ungrateful bastard?”
Marcus askedzily.
He walked up calmly from behind me<b>, </b>standing shoulder to shoulder with me.
Camden looked <b>at </b>our harmonious stance,
He froze for a moment,
He wasn’tpletely stupid–he’d finally pieced together part of the truth.
“Marcus, you’ve been coveting mypany all along!”
Camden’s eyes were bloodshot as he swung his fist and charged at us.
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We didn’t even need to lift a finger.
The nearby bodyguards had already tackled him to the ground.
“Sage, you’re nothing but a woman Camden discarded. What’s there to be so smug about?!<b>” </b>
Vera lunged at me, her face twisted with jealousy.
Marcus kicked her away with one foot.
She hit the ground hard, her head bleeding.
“Waaah, I’m calling the police, I’m suing you…” Veray on the ground wailing.
Sterling Industries‘ assistant stepped forward with a practiced smile:
“Miss, we acted in self–defense. If we really want to get technical, you and Mr. Ashworth are guilty of disturbing the peace. You might have to spend a few days locked up.”
Vera was speechless.
She could only get up resentfully, crying as she tried to help Camden off the ground.
He shoved her away.
“Get lost!”
Before the elevator doors closed, I saw Camden’s face contorted with rage.
“All you do is cry! Besides making that stupid soup, what else can you do?”
“I’m already stressed enough–can you stop causing me more problems?”
His hysterical outburst showed not a trace of love.
I almost wanted tough.
Warm soup had suddenly be a w?
So quickly, he was tired of ordinary<b>, </b>simple life again?