Steven Gould's voice was gentle. He wore a well-tailored custom suit, and his gold-rimmed glasses were spotless.He had even thoughtfully poured a glass of warm water, gently placing it in front of my dad, Richard Sutton.The entire top-floor conference room was dead silent, and there was a suffocating despair hanging in the air.I sat on the couch in the corner, mechanically twisting the Rubik's Cube in my hands. The quiet snap of its pieces filled the silence.No one spared me a glance. In their eyes, I, Celeste Sutton, was only there for show. To them, I was a fool who couldn't understand a word they said.Zander York, sitting across from me, picked up his coffee and took a sip.He was the one behind today's takeover attempt. He was also well known in the business world for being ruthless beneath his friendly exterior."Mr. Richard, time is running out," Zander said. "Once midnight passes, Sutton Group's stock will plunge when the market opens tomorrow morning."By then, y
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