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    It had all been theatrics.


    If they moved in sync, feigned a mass exit, and allowed the rumors to circte, that overconfident little girl would be swimming in anxiety and pacing through endless nights.


    That alone would suffice.


    What came next? Still a mystery, still fluid.


    First, cause disruption. Shake the ground beneath Sadie’s feet. Then step back, observe, and strike when the time felt right. There was always a way out—always.


    “Malcolm’s got the right idea!”


    Cedric, whose silver strands betrayed his age, leapt to his feet, his hesitation vanishing.


    He pped his thigh, a flicker of daring shing across his features.


    “I’m on board! Hell, I’ve tolerated enough from that brat.”


    With one voice of support, the room lit up like dry leaves catching fire.


    “Count me in! Let’s put her in her ce.”


    “No doubt! She’s ruled over us long enough!”


    “Sell our shares! Today we remind her—we’re not relics to be pushed aside!”


    Instantly, the energy shifted—determined, fiery, charged.


    Malcolm observed, his lips curving slowly into a smug grin.


    Sadie, she was still too green to challenge him!


    Grievances long buried were now pouring out, usations andints hurled at the absent Sadie, thick with resentment.


    Then, like a tide receding, the angered group broke into clusters and exited the room—each lost in their own ns.


    The boisterous Room 88 fell into silence once more.


    Malcolm remained at the table, sipping from his cup—lukewarm and bitter.


    He waited. Moments ticked by.


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    When he was sure not a soul lingered, he reached into his tailored zer and withdrew a secure, ck device.


    With practiced ease, he punched in a memorized string of digits.


    The call was picked up without dy.


    “Mr. Howe.” Malcolm’s voice, originally somewhat hoarse, now carried a subtle hint of ttery and respect. “Everything’s going just as youid out. The shareholders are on board. Prepare yourself—the stage is set.”


    Alex hung up the phone, his lips curling into a cold, triumphant smile.


    Those shareholders were all fools.


    But this worked to his advantage. It gave him a strategic edge.


    It wouldn’t be long before the shares of Wall Group became his.


    Just then, a knock came at the ss door of the living room.


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