The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 969

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Could things really be going this smoothly?

The tragedy involving Callahan and Leilani had perfectly drawn everyone's attention, creating the ultimate smokescreen for him to swallow the Sloan family whole...

Was it possible that an invisible hand was moving the pieces alongside him, perhaps even steps ahead of him?

Fitch immediately shook his head, forcing the paranoia away.

After decades of surviving the cutthroat business world, he knew opportunities vanished in the blink of an eye.

He didn't care what underhanded methods were required. As long as he achieved his goal and assimilated the Sloan family's massive empire into the Sherwood Group, everything else could wait. If someone else was pulling strings in the shadows... he could settle that score once the dust settled.

Right now, his only priority was fulfilling the mysterious man's orders.

Meanwhile, over at the Langley estate, the standoff in the study had been dragging on for nearly an hour. The tension was suffocating.

Talbot Langley stood casually in front of the mahogany desk, looking down at his father. Dante's face was ashen, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. Talbot's tone dripped with patronizing pity.

"Dad, look at yourself. Why be so stubborn? Why get so worked up? You're getting older, and your health should come first. Hand the company over to me. You can stay here in the estate, have afternoon tea, tend to your garden, and enjoy a peaceful retirement. Doesn't that sound nice?"