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.

earlier that day, and he had already agreed to hand over his shares. Now, his blood

who destroyed Thomson's

for what felt like forever before he finally stammered,

when

"Sell them to Edric."

that, the

in the room lifted in an instant, and even

his life back. As he wiped sweat from his face,

his

a thick stack of documents. It was a proposal she had clearly stayed up all night- writing. If the company followed this strategy, its stock price could easily double

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the trust Quentin had once placed in him. Besides, he wasn't

night hadn't