Regret Came Too Late

Liam's voice was weary, but he pushed through. "I want to go with you, Grace. If something goes wrong, we can look out for each other."

"Not this time, Liam. You have to memorize those reports front to back."

Liam almost wanted to argue like in the old times, but something stopped him. He pursed his lips. "Okay. Just... be careful."

After all, Edric's hatred toward Grace had reached a point where anything was possible.

Grace had intended to call it a night, but instead, she headed to the living room, opened her laptop, and started digging deeper into the profile of the man holding that decisive 7% of shares.

She had no idea that, at that moment, the executive she had targeted was groveling beside a man and trembling violently. He had no idea who he had pissed or why he had been dragged into this nightmare. His knees buckled beneath him, and the thick, coppery scent of blood in the air made his skin crawl.

His throat felt tight, like invisible hands were wrapped around it. He couldn't make a sound. Sweat dripped from his forehead, splattering against the floor. He was barely holding back tears.

However, the man in front of him hadn't spoken a word. He just sat there like the devil himself, quiet and terrifying.

to him earlier that day, and he had already agreed to hand over his shares. Now, his blood ran cold. Could this man be someone

was the one who destroyed Thomson's face, after

forever before he finally stammered, "I-If it's the shares you're after, they're yours. Just please... Let me

when the man

"Sell them to Edric."

the man was

in the room lifted in an instant, and even the dead body

been handed his life back. As he wiped sweat from his face, his phone rang. It was Grace. He rejected the

opened his front door,

all night- writing. If the company followed this strategy, its stock price could easily double

Pn

of the trust Quentin had once placed in him. Besides, he wasn't part of Edric's camp; he was just

night hadn't happened,