Chapter 1177:
Reuben was extremely pissed because he could have secured the investment himself, but at the time, he had been too focused on scheming to make things difficult for Millie, just to watch her crawl back to him for mercy.
In truth, seventy-five million wasn’t much to him, but back then, it was more about the satisfaction of controlling the situation.
Now, regret churned in his chest. He forced himself to stay composed, unwilling to give Charles the satisfaction of seeing him ruffled. But that restraint only made his anger burn hotter.
“Although our Evans Group stands among Crobert’s top three conglomerates,” Napier began, “our focus still revolves around the auction…”
Business.
“The Watson and Elliott Groups have already evolved—one into a tech powerhouse, the other into a global leader in logistics and materials sourcing. If we fail to develop innovative breakthroughs to keep up, we’ll soon be left behind.”
He paused briefly before adding, “That’s why Charles’ project is of real importance. The family will support him. And the rest of you—don’t cause trouble.”
Napier seldom involved himself in the brothers’ rivalries. He usually preferred to let them compete freely. Over the years, he had only spoken up a handful of times, always when it concerned a major family decision. And whenever he spoke, his word was final.
Charles’ brothers ground their teeth but nodded their reluctant agreement.
Seeing their frustration, Napier dismissed them without further comment.
Then his eyes flicked to Charles, who stood there grinning like a child who’d finally earned praise.
Napier could only sigh inwardly. It seemed Charles had indeed managed to attach himself to a powerful ally this time.
Meanwhile, at the Elliott Group headquarters, Myron was busy with corporate affairs when a brief knock sounded at the door, followed by Mack entering.
“What is it?” Myron asked without looking up.
“Jose and a few others seem to be plotting something,” Mack reported.
gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺 – 𝕃𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓽 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶
Myron paused, thought for a moment, and then gave a faint, knowing smile.
“Keep an eye on them. And remind everyone about the afternoon meeting.”
“Yes, sir,” Mack replied immediately.
Elsewhere, in a small meeting room, Jose and several colleagues sat together, their faces clouded with frustration.
“Mr. Grant, what should we do now?” one of them—a man with a thick beard—asked.
“The Elliott Group has officially declared Yaroslav Technology as its top investment focus. They’ll definitely prioritize it from now on. So what happens to us?”
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Jose’s face darkened, and he remained silent for a long moment.
A tall, lean man exchanged a meaningful glance with the bearded man sitting beside him.
Finally, the tall man spoke.
“We need to come up with a plan. Myron hasn’t brought it up recently, but a lot of people on our side are starting to get restless.”
Jose scoffed, “Restless? About what exactly?”
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