?Chapter 1220:


    “You may be underestimating us, as well as yourself, Mr. Miller.”


    All heads turned in Malcolm’s direction.


    He set his cup down, his gaze sharpening as he addressed the room.


    “If we join forces, then the overall shares we hold would be significant. Sadie can be as audacious as she wants, but she would never dare to remove us all from thepany!”


    His voice rang out with confidence.


    True enough, if they were all removed from the board, that would render Wall Group an empty shell.


    When that happened, thepany’s stock price would plummet, and the first to suffer would be none other than Sadie herself.


    “We can pool our shares together, which would amount to a total of ten percent. If we sold them all to outsiders, do you think Sadie could handle the repercussions?”


    Malcolm’s face twisted in disdain.


    “That insolent woman is just trying to intimidate us.”


    He surveyed the room again, taking in the reaction of his peers to his words.


    “If any of you wish to return and continue siding with Sadie, I will not stand in your way.”


    The instant Malcolm’s wordsnded, the air shifted. Chatter faded. Those once fidgeting in their seats now stared nkly at the polished table, lips sealed.


    Return to thepany? For what purpose? Were they really going to entertain juvenile antics orchestrated by a woman half their age, just as Malcolm had said?


    They were unwilling.


    But suppose they never returned—what if Sadie truly lost control?


    An uneasy hush nketed the space.


    Each person mulled over possible gains and setbacks in silence.


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    Malcolm scanned their expressions, a knowing grin lifting the edge of his lips.


    He picked up his coffee mug, took another sip, and continued leisurely, “Everyone, there’s another issue I’m certain you’ve caught wind of.” His tone dipped,ced with suspense.


    “ine—the reckless heir of the Castro family—met with a serious mishap not long ago. Last I heard, he’s still unconscious in intensive care.” The tension, already thick, became stifling.


    ine?


    He’d always been Sadie’s most dependable supporter in thepany. Ralph, though revered, was far past his prime. The Castro family’s futurergely leaned on ine’s shoulders.


    If he were truly incapacitated, Sadie would be isted—vulnerable.


    To this gathering, it was a fortunate twist.


    Wordless exchanges passed between the shareholders, eyes full of calction. Malcolm took in all their reactions, the corners of his mouth curving ever so slightly.


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