Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 171

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Chapter 171

“Malakal Group? The multi–billion dollar conglomerate?”

Vincent Rouy narrowed his eyes sharply at Red Knowles, the name alone enough to stir suspicion.

Across the table, Red leaned back comfortably in his chair, completely unfazed by the scrutiny. A faint, knowing smirk curved his lips as he reached into the inner pocket of his coat.

“President Roel Danes has a strong connection inside the Malakai Group,” Red said casually.

Then he pulled out two elegant black envelopes and placed them lightly on the table between them. The gold emblem embossed on the front gleamed under the light.

Vincent’s gaze immediately locked onto them.

“Don’t mess with us, Mr. Knowles,” Vincent warned coldly, his eyes narrowing further as he stared at the two items in Red’s hand.

Those invitations were no ordinary pieces of paper. They were keys. Keys that could open doors far beyond Bay City,

Red gave a small chuckle.

“I’m not,” he replied calmly.

“President Danes managed to procure additional three invitations for the upcoming convention of the Malakai Group.”

He lifted the envelopes slightly before setting them down again with deliberate care.

His eyes flicked toward them meaningfully.

“And I’m willing to give the other two to you… and to President Shen.”

Edward Shen, who had remained silent until now, straightened subtly in his chair. His sharp gaze followed the invitations like a hawk watching prey.

Vincent, however, did not move.

Instead, he leaned forward slowly, his fingers steepling together as he studied Red Knowles carefully.

“In exchange for what, Mr. Knowles?”

His voice was calm, but the suspicion in it was unmistakable.

Everyone in Bay City knew how shrewd Red Knowles was.

A man like him never gave away something so valuable without expecting something far greater in

return.

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Red’s smile widened.

“Help me crush Ashton Pierce,” he said bluntly.

The room fell silent.

“And help me reclaim the Knowles Corporation.”

His gaze met Vincent Rouy’s directly–steady, bold, completely unapologetic. Then it shifted toward Edward Shen.

“Having someone inside the Malakai Group is a huge advantage for all of us,” Red continued, leaning forward slightly, his voice lowering into a conspiratorial tone.

“Their influence stretches far beyond Bay City. If we can establish connections there, we won’t be at the mercy of Ashton Pierce anymore.”

His finger tapped lightly against the invitation envelopes.

“We weave our way toward the Chairman,” Red said slowly.

“Earn his trust… secure his support.” A calculating gleam flashed in his eyes.

“And once we have that kind of backing…” His smile turned colder.

“We can gradually destroy Ashton Pierce.”

The words lingered heavily in the air.

Red pushed the invitations slightly forward across the table.

“And it all starts,” he said smoothly, “by attending that convention.”

Vincent Rouy and Edward Shen exchanged a long, contemplative look across the table.

Neither man spoke immediately.

Both understood the magnitude of what Red Knowles had just placed before them. The Malakai Group was not merely another powerful corporation–it was a global force, a conglomerate whose influence stretched across industries and continents. Even the Pierces, for all their dominance in Bay City, benefited from the attention and partnerships tied to that immense network.

For companies like the Rouys and the Shens–currently suffocating under Ashton Pierce’s retaliation- this opportunity could restore the balance they had lost. Perhaps even tip it.

“Ashton Pierce is just like the rest of us,” Red continued with a dismissive snicker, clearly enjoying the weight of his own argument.

“He profits from the attention of the Malakai Group as much as anyone else.” He leaned back comfortably, crossing one leg over the other.

“But compared to them?” he scoffed.

“His power is insignificant to a multi–billion conglomerate like Malakai.”

His expression darkened slightly.

“Especially now that he’s tangled himself with CEO Wallace’s wife,” Red muttered coldly, the contempt in his voice unmistakable.

“My ungrateful daughter.” The bitterness in those words lingered heavily.

Edward Shen’s brows lifted slightly in interest, while Vincent leaned forward a fraction more.

“CEO Wallace holds far more influence within the Malakai Group than anyone in Bay City,” Red continued, his tone sharpening with calculation.

“And Ashton Pierce has already damaged whatever standing he might have had with them.” He tapped a finger lightly against the invitations.

“All because he couldn’t resist the temptation of pursuing an illicit affair with Wallace’s wife.” A slow, triumphant smirk crept across Red’s face.

“That mistake alone is enough to ruin him.”

The room fell quiet again as the implications settled in.

“If we play this correctly,” Red went on, his voice lowering conspiratorially, “we can make Malakai see Ashton Pierce as a liability rather than an ally.”

His eyes gleamed with ambition.

“And once that happens… destroying him will be easy.”

For a moment, no one spoke.

“Mr. Knowles is right.”

All eyes turned toward Maricris.

She had been sitting silently until now, her bandaged cheeks carefully cradled in her hands as she endured the lingering pain. But the fury burning in her eyes had not faded. If anything, it had grown sharper.

“Bay City has grown too comfortable under the shadow of the Pierce family,” she said slowly.

Her voice was soft, but every word carried venom.

“They believe they own this city.”

Her fingers tightened slightly against the bandages on her cheeks as the memory of her humiliation flashed through her mind.

“Let’s remind them they don’t.”

She looked at the three men, her gaze Cold and remodule

“Let’s make Bay City realize that this city is not ruled by the Pierces”