Betrayed, But Not Defeated novel Chapter 13

Obsidian Tower, the headquarters of Obsidian Group, stood as the tallest building in Qranross. Although Obsidian Group wasn't the wealthiest in Qranross, its influence was undeniably massive.

Its predecessor was Obsidian Syndicate, a notorious underground organization. Its leader, Skylar, built Obsidian Syndicate from scratch with iron fists and ruthless methods.

Later, Skylar aligned with Omari, transforming his dealings into a business enterprise and swiftly growing into a giant in Qranross.

Wherever Obsidian Group set its sights, it would stir chaos. Companies in the targeted industries would either sell to them at low prices or face destruction.

Now, Obsidian Group had its eyes set on the cosmetics business. One of the biggest clients for cosmetics was airlines, as flight attendants required heavy makeup and a large amount of cosmetic products. The demand was substantial.

With Omari's backing, Skylar effortlessly secured a one-billion-dollar order from the airline industry.

However, Skylar didn't own a cosmetics manufacturing plant, so he needed the local cosmetics companies in Qranross to produce the goods. To secure the order, these companies naturally spared no effort and tried their best to flatter him.

Inside the president's office at Obsidian Group, Skylar comfortably reclined behind his desk, his finger sliding over a tablet.

Jennifer's and Charlene's photos appeared on the screen.

He gazed at them momentarily, a sly grin spreading across his face. He then turned to one of his subordinates and said, "These two women are called the Twin Beauties of Qranross, and they indeed look charming."

The subordinate quickly responded, "Mr. Castaneda, we can bring them to you if you like them."

Skylar waved his hand dismissively, smirking. "You're such a brute who doesn't understand the finer points. The enjoyment lies in the process, not the result. Today, the heiress of the Geller family is coming here to discuss business, and I'll slowly undress her in front of me." He laughed.

The subordinate flattered him, "You're really something, Mr. Castaneda. You have good taste."

As they spoke, an alarm suddenly blared.

Skylar furrowed his brows and pressed a button on the intercom, demanding, "What's going on?"