Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 939

Ignoring this issue would have left a ticking time bomb in our foundation."

Only by excising the tumor that was Lawrence could the Lance Group truly thrive under Owen's unchallenged leadership.

"Are you certain?"

A shareholder asked hesitantly.

"Believe what you want. My offer still stands—if anyone wants to cash out their shares, I will authorize the wire transfer immediately."

The words were sharp and uncompromising, but Owen had the absolute financial leverage to back them up.

Pausing for a moment, Owen added smoothly, "Has the Solflare Group's performance ever dipped?"

At this critical juncture, he couldn't allow a mass exodus of shareholders, nor could he let the stock slide any further. He had to feed them a vision of success.

The shareholders suddenly realized the truth: Owen was the mastermind behind the Solflare Group, an entity whose explosive growth remained unmatched in the corporate world.

"Mr. Lance, I was being incredibly short-sighted. From now on, I leave the corporation entirely in your capable hands. I won't interfere again.

Excuse me."

A shrewd shareholder immediately backpedaled.

With someone breaking the ice, the others quickly caught on.

"Our apologies. We completely misunderstood the situation. We'll take our leave."

Like dominos falling, the rest of the mob cleared out within sixty seconds, leaving only Richard and Jocelyn standing awkwardly in the office.

"Is there anything else?"

Owen stared them down.

"Owen, please, isn't there something you can do for your brother..."

Richard swallowed his pride and begged.

"His crimes are an undeniable reality, and I'm not a judge. Why are you begging me?

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