A few heads nodded in silent support.
Most were too intimidated to speak up.
Yet, even the silent majority was visibly disgusted by Frederick and Chloe's blatant bullying.
"Well, Frederick? What's your play?" Emilia asked.
Frederick remained silent. Beside him, Chloe was practically seething at the sight of Emilia's offshore checks.
International funds.
Raymond Kaufman must have funneled it to her through dummy accounts!
The thought made Chloe sick with hatred.
She was going to bury Emilia today, no matter what it took.
"Timeout," Chloe demanded sharply, shooting a look at Frederick. She needed a word with him in private.
Emilia gestured gracefully, unbothered. The other investors took the cue to relax.
It was brutally obvious they were just background characters in a turf war; staying now was purely for the spectacle.
Chloe and Frederick swept out of the room together.
Emilia watched the heavy doors swing shut, her eyes turning calculating.
"Boss, they're definitely plotting something," Ray whispered anxiously. "We need to watch our backs."
Emilia thought for a moment, pulled out her phone, and fired off a single text message.
...
Out in a deserted hallway.
Chloe and Frederick stopped in the shadows.
"What do you want?" Frederick asked, skipping the pleasantries.


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