Sharon stepped forward a few paces, positioning herself in front of Thomas. "Thomas," she asked softly, "did you hear the sound of an animal just now?" After so much time together, their tacit understanding was impeccable. Thomas immediately caught her meaning. He cast a pointed glance at Silas, a faint, teasing smile playing on his lips. "Maybe someone's dog got loose. Sharon, when a dog runs wild without a leash, and someone beats it to death… would it be undeserving?" Silas, of course, understood the implication perfectly. He roared, pointing at Thomas, "Who are you calling a dog?! Say that again if you dare!" Thomas chuckled, unfazed. "We said 'animal,' not you, Silas. Why so worked up? Did your little dog run out and start biting everyone, only to get killed?" Silas's temper, already volatile, snapped at the audacious mockery. He grabbed Thomas by the collar. "You—!" Before he could finish, the elevator chimed softly. The doors slid open, revealing the shareholders a
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