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"They want to take everything from you first." Adrian’s blood ran cold. "Names. Give me a damn name, Simon." Simon hesitated. It was brief—almost imperceptible—but Adrian caught it. "That’s what I’m trying to figure out," Simon muttered. "This wasn’t just some hit job, Blackwood. This was a message." Adrian’s body tensed as he stared at Simon. For days, they had been at odds, always standing on opposite sides of a fight. Now, for the first time, there was something different in Simon’s eyes—reluctance, maybe even the smallest flicker of concern.

"Stay out of this, Simon. It's none of your business!" Stephen's outburst was met with a smile from Simon. His reaction was unperturbed, showing no sign of offence. He rose from his seat and spoke again as he walked leisurely. "Of course, this is my business as well. I don't want to take any risks. Something bad might happen tonight." The audience began to murmur. Some of them nodded, apparently agreeing with Simon's reasoning.

“What?” “When I was with the rogues…” Simon cringed, the memory of what he went through stinging him. “I overheard a conversation.” “What kind of conversation?” Asher pressed, leaning forward a little bit, his voice falling to just over a whisper. “I…” Simon took an unsteady breath in, and every second that passed made Asher sweat more. “I heard them talking about the attack at Blackmoon.” Asher’s heart leapt to his throat. “Yeah?”

Everyone in the room froze, staring at me with wide eyes. “I should have finished him when I had the chance,” I said, my voice emerging in a hoarse whisper—almost inaudible, yet carrying a violence that made Aaron step back. “Simon Blackwood should be nothing more than a corpse buried in some dark alley. I was benevolent. I was cautious. And look where that got me.”

They immediately shrunk their necks and sat down obediently. It was unusually quiet along the way. However, Gladyce couldn't stand the silence. She scratched her head and looked at Simon. "Hey, Your Excellency... don't you want to be so mean?" "Hmm?" Simon narrowed her eyes and said with a faint smile, "What do you mean?" "That's right. I was blackmailed..." Gladyce pouted. "But didn't I fail as well?" "Oh." Simon said lightly, "An attempted blackmail... is also guilty."

Jake asked hopeful earning a scowl from Rebecca. "Not just coming often, I'm going to be here for three months, Black Entertainment is taking a huge Netflix collaboration movie which starts in three months time, I am not needed at the Entertainment until the production of the movie, so I would be here for a while. Justin would handle the company for some time. So Rebecca get my office ready for me, I start work today". He said curtly with a sly smile, They all nod but are obviously surprised, but began packing their things to leave as the meeting was over. Soon the room was left with Leonard and Rebecca with her assistant at the corner. Rebecca smiled looking at Leonard who pretended to look

"You know this. That's why you called." Hartwell looked at him for a long moment. "What do you want?" Hartwell said. The voice of a man who has finished the performance and moved to the substance. "I want you to understand something," Simon said. "I'm not interested in destroying what you've built. You're a competent investor and you've spent eleven months doing patient, intelligent work. In a different situation I would have found it more admirable." He paused. "But you targeted a company that I built and a family that has just lost two of its members and you did it at the moment of maximum vulnerability. I want you to understand that I noticed the timing."

In the end, it was Simon who spoke first. "Actually, Prof. Brown asked me to come over. She wants us to communicate more, hoping it will help you." Upon hearing that it was Prof. Brown's arrangement, Sophie relaxed and no longer felt as constrained. Simon was different from the other seniors she had met, his views were more market-oriented. He had already established his own studio here, which was not small in scale, so he was very clear about the international market positioning of various clothing brands. This was something Sophie had lacked while staying in Cheria.

“I think it’s time to cut out the cancer that is threatening to spread” Simon Smith, you are done with.

He said with sad smile. You shouldn't Simon." She retorted quickly turning back to face him. "Why shouldn't I?" He questioned her. "You are Simon Kentley, the youngest and most influential business mogul in the South East. You are many people's perfect definition of a dream man Simon. You shouldn't be envious of Stefan." She replied. "Am I your perfect definition of a dream man?" He asked seriously. Everything she just said would only make sense to him If she answered in affirmative to his question.