Joanna shot a look at Natalie. “This isn't over, Natalie. You've ruined my plans again. You'll pay for this!"

Natalie arched an eyebrow and smiled. "I'll be waiting, Ms. Scott."

Joanna laughed, a strange, unsettling sound. "Natalie, you got a head start with Marshall, and it was the same with Caleb. You met him first!"

"But anything you can do, I can do better. If I can't be happy, Natalie, then neither can you."

After her cold declaration, Joanna turned to leave with Maxwell Griffith.

Mr. Shaun rushed over to block their path. "Joanna, is that it? Is it just over? Is the company just gone?"

He had been having such sweet dreams just last night.

He had always wanted to take sole control of the company, but after only a few hours of wishful thinking, his dream was shattered.

He couldn't accept it.

Joanna glanced at the few people remaining and smiled confidently. "What's the rush, Mr. Shaun? One failure doesn't mean we'll fail forever."

Mr. Shaun nodded. "Fine, fine, I'll listen to you."

Maxwell Griffith roared, "Get lost, you greedy sons of bitches! I hope you all rot in hell!"

“Haha...” Joanna laughed, as if Maxwell Griffith were delusional. She looked at Marshall and Natalie. “You're the ones who will get what's coming to you, Maxwell. Just you wait."

The three of them left, seething with anger.

Maxwell's expression was as horrified as if he'd seen a ghost.

He couldn't believe it, muttering to himself, "How can people be so shameless?"

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Marshall looked at them and said, "Yves, Maxwell, this is the only lifeline you're getting. I'll help you save the company, but if your cross me again #ll be the one to bury you

Maxwell said, "Marshall, I want to follow you. My dad has an illegitimate son. I'm

going to split off from the main company and work with you."

"I swear, I will never betray you again. If I do, you can kill me yourself."

Maxwell knew that the Marshall before him had grown, and he was envious of that growth.

"Son, even if I have an illegitimate child, the company will always be yours. You don't need to split it off. I'll hand over the management to you and I'll just retire on my dividends"

This whole ordeal had taught him a lot.

He didn't have his older brother's skills or Marshall's cunning. All these years, he

had been stuck in the same place.

Both Marshall and Maxwell looked at Yves in shock.

He was willing to let go of the company?

“Dad, are you really willing to give me the company and not worry about your son on

the side?” Maxwell narrowed his eyes. This didn't sound like his father.

The father he knew was selfish and would do anything for profit.

When his father said such words, he still found it hard to believe he would hand over the company so easily.

Yves took a deep breath. He was tired. This was a world for the young now.

Although he wasn't old yet, he felt mentally and physically exhausted. He was completely drained.

The moment he decided to hand the company over to his son, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

A weight was lifted from his shoulders, and both his body and mind felt light.

He looked at his son and spoke earnestly, "Maxwell, seeing how much more composed you are now, I can rest easy. As for my illegitimate son, it won't affect the company or cause the stock to plummetd will make arrangements for him and his mother All I ask is that you give them a chance to live. He's your brother, too. That's my only request. If you promise me this, I'll make sure they never cause trouble for you."