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

was the one who destroyed

quivered for what felt like forever before he finally stammered, "I-If it's the shares

crazy when the man before him

"Sell them to Edric."

that, the

room lifted in an instant, and even

As he wiped sweat from his face, his phone rang. It was Grace. He rejected the call

opened his front door, he froze-Grace was

holding a thick stack of documents. It was a proposal she had clearly stayed up all night- writing. If

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research. This executive, Nelson Langton, held the largest stake. It was a sign of the trust Quentin had once placed in him. Besides, he wasn't part of Edric's camp; he

hadn't