All Chapters of When the Fool Heals the Mafia: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

However, sitting a short distance away, three other directors remained quiet. They did not join in the mocking or the complaints. Instead, they looked on, their expressions calm, before silently glancing at one another and exchanging subtle, knowing smirks.In their eyes, the rest of the people in this room were nothing but fools blinded by their own arrogance and the rumors circulating in the city.Unlike the others, these three men had stood beside Don Victor for decades. They had watched him build this empire from the ground up, and they knew better than anyone exactly how the old man thought and operated. Don Victor was never someone who made decisions based merely on bloodline or family ties. He was far too sharp, far too calculating, and far too ruthless for that. To them, he was less like a respected business tycoon and more like a cunning, ancient fox, one who hid countless secrets, always planned ten steps, and never showed his full hand to anyone.If he had decided to hand t

Panic began to rise in Danilo’s chest, cold and sharp, but years of arrogance and privilege wouldn’t let him back down so easily. He forced a loud, indignant laugh, slamming his hand lightly on the table as he stood up, trying to regain the upper hand."Miss Amara, what is the meaning of this?" he asked, his voice raised in feigned offense. "Are you accusing us? You speak of imbalanced funds and missing money, but you clearly do not understand how a large regional branch operates! Expansion takes time! Development projects have phases! Just because you do not see results immediately does not mean money is being stolen!"Drake quickly stood beside his father, nodding vigorously, putting on an act of righteous anger. "That is right! Everything we did was for the company’s growth! The budgets were used for market research, for building connections, for securing future contracts! These things are not written in simple black and white numbers like the reports you are reading. We have been

The atmosphere that remained was thick with suffocating tension. Every person seated around the long table was frozen in their place, their faces pale and eyes wide with disbelief. They could hardly process what they had just witnessed. Just moments ago, they had been mocking Amara, calling her foolish, unstable, and unfit to lead. They had believed she was nothing more than a doll they could control.But in the span of a few minutes, that same "doll" had stripped two high-ranking officials of their positions, exposed their crimes, and thrown them out without a second thought. The realization hit them hard that everything they thought they knew was wrong.And now, fear began to creep into their hearts: sharp, cold, and undeniable. They sat in terrified silence, exchanging nervous glances, all thinking the same thing. Who is next? Who among them would be the one she called out and fired next?Edgar and Damian were sweating profusely now, cold perspiration trickling down their backs and

At the far end of the table, the three directors who respected Don Victor exchanged another look, barely able to contain their amusement and admiration.Look at them, Director Hale thought, suppressing a smirk. Morrie and Campos thought they were smart because they fooled the old man. But Don Victor never fools easily. He let them steal, he let them build their wealth, he let them feel safe... just so that one day, his granddaughter could come in, pull out the evidence, and crush them completely.They glanced at Amara, sitting there with such terrifying composure.Don Victor didn't just leave her the company. He left her every single secret, every single crime, every piece of evidence... all stored away, waiting for the day she would take her place as the true ruler of Musk Company.Cornered and exposed, Director Campos and Director Morrie’s fear quickly morphed into desperate, fiery anger. They slammed their hands on the table, standing up abruptly as they tried to turn the situation

Zogo sat comfortably in the back seat, his eyes locked intently on the live stream feed coming straight from the conference room. He had a perfect, crystal clear view of Amara sitting tall and proud in the massive CEO’s chair, the very seat that represented absolute authority and control over the empire. He watched every movement she made, every word she spoke with unshakable command, the way she dismantled her enemies one by one with a precision and sharp intelligence that rivaled even his own.The woman sitting in the CEO’s chair was strikingly beautiful, yet there was a cold, sharp edge to her beauty that made everyone in the room hold their breath. She had long, glossy black hair that fell straight and smooth past her shoulders, framing a face that was pale, flawless, and incredibly serene. Her features were a delicate soft jawline, fair skin, and lips painted in a deep, rich shade of red that stood out vividly against her pale complexion, giving her a look of quiet, dangerous ele