The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 969

Could things really be going this smoothly?

The tragedy involving Callahan and Leilani had perfectly drawn everyone's attention, creating the ultimate smokescreen for him to swallow the Sloan family whole...

Was it possible that an invisible hand was moving the pieces alongside him, perhaps even steps ahead of him?

Fitch immediately shook his head, forcing the paranoia away.

After decades of surviving the cutthroat business world, he knew opportunities vanished in the blink of an eye.

He didn't care what underhanded methods were required. As long as he achieved his goal and assimilated the Sloan family's massive empire into the Sherwood Group, everything else could wait. If someone else was pulling strings in the shadows... he could settle that score once the dust settled.

Right now, his only priority was fulfilling the mysterious man's orders.

Meanwhile, over at the Langley estate, the standoff in the study had been dragging on for nearly an hour. The tension was suffocating.

Talbot Langley stood casually in front of the mahogany desk, looking down at his father. Dante's face was ashen, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. Talbot's tone dripped with patronizing pity.

"Dad, look at yourself. Why be so stubborn? Why get so worked up? You're getting older, and your health should come first. Hand the company over to me. You can stay here in the estate, have afternoon tea, tend to your garden, and enjoy a peaceful retirement. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"A corporation can't survive a single day without a leader, and the stock market is already reacting. We need to head back immediately to stabilize the situation and take charge."

The directors exchanged glances and nodded. They had clearly made their choice. They turned and followed Talbot toward the door.

Reese was the last to leave. Before stepping out, she cast one final glance over her shoulder at Letty. Her eyes overflowed with unabashed triumph, provocation, and the sickening superiority of a victor.

The moment the heavy study door clicked shut, the composure Dante had been faking completely shattered. A violent coughing fit overtook him. His face went from pale to a dangerous, flushed red, and his body slumped forward uncontrollably.

Tossing aside all her restraint, Letty rushed forward to catch him, frantically rubbing his back. "Dad! Dad! Are you okay?" she cried, her voice cracking.