Marion wiped the muzzle of his gun and instructed his men, "Clean this up."


    "Yes, sir." The guards stepped forward and swiftly disposed of Corey''s body.


    His supporters were scared out of their wits.


    Marion sat back in his chair and nced at them. "You have two options. Sell your shares or end up like Corey."


    The shareholders exchanged nervous nces and shook like leaves.


    "We''re willing to give up our shares."


    "Yes, please take them."


    Though the air conditioner was set to a cool 68°F, the shareholders were drenched in cold sweat.


    Marion nced at thewyer, who stepped forward and handed out the share transfer agreements. The shareholders had no choice but to sign them.


    Marion holstered his gun and said, "That''s all for today. The meeting is dismissed."


    The guards quickly escorted those shareholders out of the room.


    Randy nced at the bloodstains on the floor. "Wow, that was brutal."


    Marion shot him a look, and he quickly added, "But it''s much better than before."


    Marion muttered, "All set. Time to go home."


    "Alright." Randy pulled out his phone, only to see dozens of missed calls from Erica.


    His phone had been muted the entire time. Now those missed calls gave him a sense of unease.


    ...


    At the Potter Mansion, Erica was fuming in the second-floor hallway.


    Randy hadn''t answered any of her calls, and she stomped her foot in frustration. "What is he doing? I''m so mad. I''m going to smash the phone."


    "It''s fine, Erica, calm down," Gand tried to soothe her. "Debra is on her way back."


    Just then, the front door swung open. Debra came in and felt an overwhelming pressure in the air.


    The hall was filled with well-dressed businessmen. At the center, two elderly figures were seated. Both were over 60, leaning on walking sticks.


    Debra recognized them immediately.


    Andrew had given her during his tutge. 30 years ago, they were both famous figures in Seamar City.


    And mentioned in the list that


    One of them was Freddy Potter. He was the cousin of thete patriarch, Triston Potter.


    The other was Josh Palmer, Triston''s sworn brother.


    These two veterans were nearly 70, long retired from active business but still holding immense influence.


    The four others seated beside them were directors of the Potter Group, all nearing retirement. They were important figures in the business world and rtives of the Potter family.


    Despite holding shares, they had never interfered inpany matters.


    One of them was the youngest


    professor to make it onto Forbes''s top ten richest list. Another was a leading figure in finance, rumored to have built a legendary career global stock markets with his exceptional intellect.


    [ine]"