The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 777

Lately, Fitch felt absolutely untouchable. The coveted Sloan Group was officially his, and in a matter of days, a massive influx of capital from his mysterious backer would hit Sherwood Group's accounts. In his twilight years, his career was hitting an astronomical peak, proving he was still as sharp and lethal as ever.

He spent the next few days riding a euphoric high. But the celebration was cut short when his assistant uncovered that someone else had been aggressively battling him for Sloan equity.

"What is this? Where the hell did 'Lucent Capital' spring from?"

The assistant kept his head bowed. "We looked into it, sir. This isn't their first move. While we were quietly buying up Sloan shares, Lucent Capital was making moves in the shadows too. They've been laying low, but now that they've surfaced, it looks like they want a seat at the table just as much as we do."

It was a classic case of the predator becoming the prey.

Fitch thought he was the apex predator, but the game had suddenly gotten far more complicated.

"In their dreams! Clever little rats. They wait until the absolute peak moment of chaos to strike. They're coming straight for us! Trying to snatch food off my plate? Over my dead body!"

Fitch let out a venomous laugh and glared at his assistant. "Can you trace who is backing this Lucent?"

The assistant shook his head. "They're incredibly cautious. We hit dead ends everywhere."

This company had materialized out of thin air, clutching a dangerous percentage of Sloan stock.

"Damn it!" Fitch cursed under his breath, a wave of uncontrollable agitation rising in his chest.

He was inches away from swallowing the company whole, and now a wildcard had crashed the party, threatening to blow up his entire master plan.

There was no way in hell Fitch was spitting out the meat he already had between his teeth.

The line was dead silent for several seconds before the robotic voice returned, completely devoid of emotion.

"Understood. I will look into it. Focus on your end of the operation. I have my own ways of dealing with 'Lucent'. Soon enough, they will no longer be a problem."

For a split second, Fitch thought he detected a dark, underlying amusement in that last sentence.

But he quickly brushed it off as paranoia.