She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 941

"Ms. Turner—no, Mrs. Lonsdale! I'll give you the company, all my assets! Please, spare my life! My son is still young, he can't lose his father!"

Chadwick Dawson completely broke down. He slammed his forehead against the floor, begging on his knees, desperately trying to use his own flesh and blood to awaken Giselle's maternal empathy. He conveniently forgot all the times he had callously ignored the pleas of those he had ruined.

Giselle stared at him, her eyes heavy with coldness and disgust.

"You don't need to use your son as a shield, Chadwick. I won't hurt your child; I'm not a psychopath like you," she said icily. "Your son will grow up safely, but I won't let him spend another dime of the dirty money you made off the blood and lives of others. I won't change my mind."

She turned to Hank. "I've reviewed all the evidence you sent me. He's scum. He doesn't deserve any forgiveness."

That sentence was Chadwick's absolute death penalty. His body went entirely limp. He knew begging was pointless now. The corrupt businessman who had tyrannized Metropia for most of his life had finally met his ultimate, crushing despair.

Hank slightly raised his hand. Two burly, stone-faced bodyguards immediately stepped forward and dragged Chadwick's limp body into the car like a dead dog.

"When he dies, make sure the trash who helped him do his dirty work watch it happen," Hank ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Wraith replied.

The cancer that had plagued Metropia's business world for years was completely eradicated. Hank's methods were always swift, ruthless, and left no room for error. While Wraith handled the scene, a comprehensive liquidation report of all of Chadwick's assets—along with ironclad proof of his forced buyouts, malicious monopolies, and even the lives he had taken—flew like snow to the desks of every media outlet and elite family in Metropia.

Before dawn, the entire business sector, especially the traditional textile merchants who prided themselves on their deep roots and long-standing monopolies, was in absolute uproar.

The men who used to drink coffee with Chadwick and privately plot to suppress the major chamber of commerce players returned to their homes after being kidnapped by Hank, their eyes hollow with sheer terror.

"Chadwick Dawson... gone overnight? Uprooted completely?"

"I heard he touched someone he shouldn't have. He provoked Mr. Lonsdale's wife."

Overnight, a chilling panic swept through the industry.

The fabric suppliers who had previously sabotaged Bloomberry and monopolized prices held emergency meetings in the dead of night, thanking their lucky stars they were still alive.

Several of the largest suppliers proactively drafted brand-new contracts, slashing the previously exorbitant prices of raw materials to the absolute minimum. They practically begged to deliver the goods to Bloomberry's headquarters as a peace offering.

Even the premium fabrics available nationwide saw a massive price drop, significantly lowering production costs across the board.

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