LOGINFive years later, the massive electronic billboard at Century Square in Procester flashed the cover of the latest Era Magazine on a rolling loop.On the cover was me, and the headline read, "The Iron-Fisted Titan".I had become the youngest cover figure in the history of this world-renowned magazine.That cutthroat birthday party had long since become a legend in the business world, one no one dared to forget. It stood like a warning bell, forever reminding everyone never to rouse a sleeping lion masquerading as tame. Because once it woke, there was no telling whether it'd go for one's throat.In these five years, under my leadership, Hatfield Group had risen from the ashes and expanded its territory several times over, becoming a true business empire.As for my former enemies, Samantha was convicted on multiple counts and sentenced to 20 years in prison.I later heard that after she learned the full truth about her origins in prison, her hair turned white overnight, and she went
This earth-shattering secret was more devastating than any commercial indictment, for it completely demolished any legitimacy behind everything Samantha had done.It transformed her from someone merely fighting over the family fortune into nothing more than a scheming fraud.Samantha collapsed into her chair, her eyes blank and hollow."Impossible. This is impossible," she mumbled over and over again.Before her words had even faded, the heavy double doors of the conference room were shoved open from the outside. Uniformed police officers and a group of grim-faced Commercial Crime Investigation Unit personnel in suits filed into the room.The lead officer produced arrest and search warrants, his voice ringing out loud and authoritative."Samantha Hatfield, Dave Thayer, Craig Cannon, you are suspected of commercial bribery, misappropriation of company property, document forgery, and multiple other offenses. You will be coming with us."The cold handcuffs clicked shut around the w
The outcome of the emergency board vote was beyond any doubt. In the face of absolute strength and irrefutable evidence, all resistance seemed pale and laughable.I officially took over Hatfield Group and became its new chairman.Just as I picked up the signing pen—the one that symbolized supreme authority—and made a move to sign the first personnel appointment resolution, the conference room's large screen suddenly lit up on its own.A face that was both elegant and formidable appeared on the screen.It was my maternal grandmother, Laura Hatfield, who was convalescing at a high-end nursing home abroad.She was dressed in a perfectly tailored dress, with a sunlit garden behind her.Though she was 90 years old, her eyes remained as sharp as a hawk's, as if they could pierce right through the screen and see everything that had transpired here."Hello, everyone. I have been online for the entirety of today's meeting."Her steady, commanding voice reverberated through the speakers
Faced with their fierce and self-righteous collective power play, I actually smiled.I picked up the cup of coffee in front of me and took a sip. Then, I set it back down slowly and deliberately before saying, "Dave, you're absolutely right. Stability is the most important thing."My voice was so calm that there wasn't a single ripple in it. Dave and the other board members exchanged glances, each catching a glimmer of smug satisfaction in the other's eyes. They thought I was scared and that I had caved."However." I shifted gears, and my gaze turned razor-sharp in an instant. " The way I see it, cleaning out the parasites and garbage within the company is the greatest guarantee of stability for its future growth."I nodded toward the head of my legal team, Ivy Ferguson, who stood behind me.She immediately got my meaning and distributed a thick stack of kraft paper document folders to every board member present.Dave opened it with a puzzled expression. He expected to find som
My birthday party ended in a farce that shocked the entire city.But everyone knew the real war was just beginning.The next day, an emergency board meeting was convened in the top-floor conference room of Hatfield Group.Along both sides of the long table, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost suffocating.The few board members led by Samantha, though their images had been utterly destroyed overnight, had not surrendered without a fight. They were all company veterans, deeply entrenched, each holding the lifeblood of different departments in their hands.Samantha sat across from me. A sleepless night had left dark circles under her eyes and her expression haggard, but the hatred in her gaze had only grown more intense.She knew that criminally, there was little chance of turning the tide. Thus, she had chosen to make this conference room her final battlefield.An elderly board member named Dave Thayer, a longtime friend of Mom and Samantha's biggest supporter, rapped his kn
Abigail had been standing at the very front row of the guest section the entire time, an elegant spectator seemingly removed from it all.At that moment, she walked straight up to me and tried to loop her arm through mine, only for me to sidestep and evade her touch.She stiffened for a moment, then turned around as if nothing had happened."Members of the media and distinguished board members." Abigail's voice was cool and commanding. She shielded me behind her and faced the crowd alone. "What has happened tonight is a family matter, as well as an internal affair of Hatfield Group."However, since things have escalated to this point, as Glenn's fiancee, there are a few things I must set straight."She glanced down at Samantha, crumpled on the floor, and Howard, utterly disheveled and disgraced, with icy disappointment and contempt."I am appalled and utterly revolted by what Ms. Hatfield and Mr. Daley have done. To stoop to such vile tactics to deceive their own brother—a young







