The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 778

After all, the distorted voice remained entirely unbothered, showing zero concern that months of meticulous planning might be derailed by this ghost company. Why would there be any hidden sarcasm?

Just then, the synthetic voice pivoted entirely, bringing up a subject that threw Fitch off guard.

"I have another task for you."

"What is it?" Fitch asked, frowning.

"Tamara. I still have a use for her. Now that Hackett is out of the picture, you need to keep her calm and stable. Do not let anything happen to her. Ensure that baby is born healthy."

Fitch froze, deeply confused by this sudden shift in focus.

"Why are we talking about her? Tamara has absolutely nothing to do with this takeover, does she?"

She was just an ordinary, spoiled heiress. Fitch couldn't fathom how her unborn child had any strategic value in a multibillion-dollar acquisition.

Wasn't absolute control of the Sloan Group the only thing that mattered?

Furthermore... that baby...

Remembering the promises he had made to his son regarding the divorce, a spike of guilt and unease hit him.

"Fitch." The voice clearly despised having its orders questioned. The temperature of the conversation plummeted, snapping Fitch out of his thoughts. "I do not repeat myself. You are the one relying on my capital, which means you follow my instructions. I said Tamara and her child must remain entirely unharmed. That is an order. You can choose to comply, or you can choose to disobey."

"Comply, and I will double your upcoming funding. But if I find out you're playing games behind my back... you know exactly what I am capable of."

Fitch swallowed hard, a bitter wave of resentment boiling in his gut. He was the chairman of two massive corporations now! How dare this faceless phantom speak to him like a subordinate?

But the promise of capital massive enough to permanently secure his empire forced him to swallow his pride.

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