Chapter 388

Old Mr. Macmillan lay on the hospital bed, his face as pale as parchment.

The butler's words echoed relentlessly in his mind.

Had they chosen to partner with Sterling Manor, the Macmillan family could have earned billions.

Now they'd not only missed the opportunity but were also mired in scandal.

Mrs. Macmillan knelt by the bedside, sobbing hysterically.

She knew full well—if the patriarch fell, her position in the family would crumble.

Last night's grand banquet had become the laughingstock of the entire business world.

Media outlets were plastered with reports of the Macmillan disgrace.

"That wretched Evelyn Roland!" Mrs. Macmillan spat through gritted teeth.

The butler calmly dialed emergency services.

The wail of sirens pierced the sky.

In Vincent Langley's office, red alerts flashed across the computer screen.

"Continue the acquisitions. Buy up everything available," he ordered into the phone.

His assistant hesitated. "Sir, what about Macmillan's Northern Division—"

"Leave that. Secure the core assets first."

At the same moment, Adrian Valentine studied stock market charts.

Nathan Aldridge's call came through.

"President Valentine, someone's competing for Northern Division shares."

Adrian's gaze turned icy. "Identify them."

"It's Horizon Tech."

Adrian's long fingers tapped the desk.

He'd always suspected Vincent Langley was more than he seemed.

"Expedite the process. We must secure Northern Division."

The call ended just as his office door burst open.

Mrs. Macmillan stormed in, fury radiating from her.

Victor Ashcroft followed helplessly. "Sir, I couldn't stop her—"

Adrian lifted his eyes, their chill palpable.

Mrs. Macmillan slammed her palms on the desk.

"Adrian Valentine! You must save the Macmillan family!"

Her shrill voice filled the room.

"If not for helping your mother, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

Adrian leaned back leisurely in his chair.

"Mind your tone, Mrs. Macmillan."