Chapter 226

A ruthless glint flashed in Zachary's eyes. "Good!"

He wanted to see how long that bastard could last.

News of the Roland Group's overnight collapse spread like wildfire across the internet.

The top ten trending topics were all explosive headlines about "Roland Bankruptcy" and "Langley Acquisition."

Vincent Langley sat on his leather sofa, crushing his cigar between his fingers.

He had just swallowed the Roland family's fortune, only to lose a diamond mine worth billions.

"Those damn blueprints from Alexander!" he hissed through gritted teeth.

The diamonds had come too easily—now they were nothing but trouble.

On the very first day of mining, they were robbed.

The men Vincent sent to investigate had vanished without a trace.

Everyone in the underworld knew Vincent Langley's reputation.

Yet someone had the audacity to strike right under his nose.

What infuriated him most was not even knowing who his enemy was.

The black-clad assailants were highly trained, all wearing identical wolf-emblazoned combat boots, their attacks ruthless and precise.

He had anticipated the mining operation would attract greedy eyes.

That's why he had partnered with Director Harrison to tighten security, setting up layers of defenses.

Yet they were still cleaned out.

The first mining haul had earned him half a billion.

The second cost him three billion.

Vincent paced the living room, his expression dark.

"Must you keep circling like that?" Eleanor massaged her temples. "We'll hear when there's news."

She had just undergone a laser facial treatment, her skin glowing and flawless.

Her Chanel suit accentuated her commanding presence.

Vincent dropped onto the couch. "In all my years, I've never taken a loss like this!"

Eleanor cared about three things above all: money, face, and beauty.

Her lips thinned. "If even you can't find out who did this, who can? Three billion gone—I won't sleep tonight."

"Where's Isabella?" Vincent suddenly asked.

Eleanor's expression shifted.

She'd been preoccupied with her young assistant lately, barely sparing a thought for her daughter.

"With Margaret Valentine," she deflected. "Adrian still hasn't proposed after a year. Our Isabella isn't some desperate fool."

Vincent smirked confidently. "Relax. Margaret is more anxious than we are."

"You're sure about that?" Eleanor arched a brow.