From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: The Chairman’s New Look

The announcement that he would be going up against two Stern family members at once, Bobo and her mother, Karen, might have sounded like a significant, even overwhelming threat to anyone else seeking power. But for Max, he was thinking the complete opposite. His mind immediately went to the complex financial data they had gathered, specifically the information detailing how much money each Stern family member had remaining in their reserves.

He knew a critical truth: both Bobo and Karen were financially bleeding money and were, in the grand scheme of the inheritance race, even less secure than Max, even after he factored in the aggressive investments he would have to make. Instead of viewing this situation as confronting two financial titans, each with a billion in reserves, he was calculating how he could leverage this deal to his advantage and gobble up all that remaining money for himself.

It will be impossible to get a hold of all of their finances without them fighting back fiercely, Max thought, his mind already sketching out ruthless, high-level corporate maneuvers. But if I did manage to get full control of all of their remaining capital, I can only imagine the boost in strength that I’ll gain. He paused in his contemplation, a terrifying ambition sparking in his eyes. With that level of power, I might even be able to fight against the White Tiger.

Right now, it was a little too early to come up with a concrete plan on how to systematically take Karen’s money, but the fact that he was now aware of her active involvement in Bobo’s affairs was incredibly handy information to have.

"While I still have you here," Max said, turning back to the nervous figure of Chad, "I wanted to ask you another question. What about the other Stern family members? I know you’ve said you don’t know much about them doing anything to me, or being involved in that incident that involved me. But in general, is there anything I should look out for from them, beyond their standard rivalry?"

Chad, relieved the focus was shifting away from his sister, shrugged his shoulders dismissively. His past life as a non-contender had afforded him a certain distance. "Honestly, all of them are a scary, ambitious bunch to deal with. Unlike me, they’re all absolutely hungry for that position at the top. I think they didn’t pay me much attention precisely because I never bothered with any of that high-stakes power stuff."

Max nodded in agreement. Chad’s disinterest was his armor, but it made him less useful for high-level intelligence. Since he wasn’t going to glean any more actionable, top-tier information from Chad, he signaled that the informal interrogation was over.

"Just a note, Max," Chad quickly injected, pointing to himself with a hopeful smile. "If things get too big for you, or if you ever need some serious help, I’m happy to be here. As long as my allowance increases, of course."

Max offered a cold, cutting answer. "If I need a business to utterly fail or crumble away into dust, then I’ll be happy to bring you along to help." Chad’s smile immediately faltered, understanding that Max viewed him only as a harbinger of failure, a fitting tool for corporate sabotage.

After waiting for only a short while longer, Aron returned to the secure floor. He was carrying a very sleek, heavy, and expensive-looking black box, holding it with the reverence one might reserve for a crown jewel.

When Max opened the box, he was greeted by the sight of his custom, tailor-made suit. Just like his familiar Billion Bloodline jacket, this entire ensemble was dominated by the color black. The meticulously tailored suit jacket was black, the perfectly fitted shirt was black, and the shoes and trousers were also a deep, rich black.

Donning the full outfit in one piece, it was immediately apparent that the suit was a flawless, perfect fit. The material was unlike any ordinary garment; the shirt, in particular, had incredible flexibility. This was not merely boardroom attire. Max knew that if he took off the suit jacket, he could still easily fight freely in it, using his Qi and combat skills without any restriction. It was the ultimate functional power suit.

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