?Chapter XXX:


    Both hands curled into fists, knuckles pale and tendons straining beneath the skin.


    How could those people be so vicious—sopletely without conscience?


    A sudden, shrill ring sliced through the heavy silence.


    Samuel’s name lit up on ine’s phone.


    Forcing the grief into a box, ine picked up the call, his voice raw. “What now?”


    “Mr. Castro!” Samuel’s voice cracked with tension. “Bad news. The boardroom is in chaos. Word got out that Mr. Wall is still alive. All the shareholders are demanding answers—they’re all in there now!”


    ine’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening with restrained fury.


    The board. Always watching. Always stirring up trouble the moment things turned unstable.


    Of course they’d choose today of all days to raise hell.


    “I’m on my way,” he said, and ended the call. His gaze shifted to the bodyguard beside him. Voice low and clipped, he said, “Make sure Jack’s well taken care of. Tell me immediately if he wakes up.”


    The bodyguard’s eyes were bloodshot, and he nodded without hesitation.


    ine didn’t linger. He turned and strode off with unwavering resolve.


    Thirty minutester, he pulled up outside Wall Group’s towering headquarters. Samuel had been standing by the entrance, and the moment ine stepped out of the car, he hurried over with nervous urgency.


    As he stepped onto the pavement, ine wasted no time. “What’s going on inside?”


    Samuel kept close to his side, speaking quickly as if trying to catch up with the weight of everything happening. “It’s a mess in the conference room! The shareholders are furious, demanding Ms. Hudson give an exnation. Some of them even said she should step down. And they’re insisting on seeing Mr. Wall to confirm how he’s doing. Even the old Wall family elders, the ones who seldom show their faces, have turned up—and every single one of them looks absolutely livid.”


    A slow, icy smirk tugged at ine’s mouth.


    Those old bastards, who usually acted like nothing ever concerned them, were suddenly the first to stir the pot the moment things started to go south!


    Without another word, he marched into the elevator, his face unreadable, and rode it up to the executive floor.


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    A momentter, the heavy conference room door flew open with a thunderous kick that echoed down the hall. Instant silence nketed the room.


    The fiery debate among the Wall family’s elders and shareholders came to an abrupt halt, their words catching in their throats.


    Eyes widened in recognition as ine swept into the room, his stride brisk and his presence undeniable.


    Any trace of bravado vanished from their faces like mist under the sun.


    A Castro had arrived.


    Among the most formidable powerholders in Wall Group, second only to the highest authority, the Castro lineage wasn’t one to provoke carelessly.


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