CHAPTER 1477: 1477. ABOUT TO END IN FAILURE

Harry Hall didn’t stay in place this time, nor did he notice William Hall’s noticeably pale complexion.

Seated on the sofa, his body sank deeply into the cushions. Regarding Harry’s words, he couldn’t tell whether they were mere speculation or if Adam Jones had already obtained concrete evidence proving he was the mastermind.

If it was the former, he’d still be in the clear. Without evidence in Adam’s hands, Adam couldn’t do much to him. But if Adam uncovered that he was the one orchestrating the car accident intended to kill Elly Campbell, Adam would unquestionably not let him walk away unscathed.

Dealing with just Harry Hall had already exhausted him; if he had to face Adam Jones at this critical juncture...

William Hall dared not think any further.

If it was merely a competition with Harry for control of the Hall Clan, even if he ended up being ousted, Harry wouldn’t do anything irrevocable to him. After all, he was Harry’s father.

But attempting to kill Elly Campbell was another matter entirely. If Adam Jones found out, given Adam’s almost reverential devotion to his wife, would he show him any mercy?

Harry wasn’t exaggerating. If Adam Jones got wind of this, he’d ensure William was crippled for life—never to recover.

And then there was Atlanta Baker. The Jones couple’s incredible stroke of fortune was nothing short of astonishing. Two landslides, and yet they hadn’t lost a single member.

He’d planned to leverage the deaths of others to sway public opinion and pin the blame on the Jones Company’s engineering project.

In doing so, both the Jones Company and the Campbell Corporation’s stock prices would plummet, allowing him to seize the opportunity to acquire Jones Company shares. If any funds were leftover, a takeover of Campbell wouldn’t be out of the question.

But now, everything was heading in the opposite direction of his predictions.

The land he’d purchased—government policies on it remained stagnant, freezing all his funds tied up in the project.

The Hall Clan’s stock price hadn’t seen a dip either, making it impossible for him to buy back shares.

At this juncture, should Harry beat him to acquiring those shares, he’d truly have no foothold left within the Hall Clan.

William Hall’s anxiety grew the more he pondered, until finally, he picked up his phone and called his friend working in urban development, hoping for updates on the land’s situation. The response he received, however, made him feel as though he’d fallen into a freezing abyss.

What had he just heard? The land he’d purchased wouldn’t be developed for at least another ten years?

How was that possible?

The Jones Company had clearly been gearing up to invest in those properties; how could this be happening...

He refused to suspect Charles Churchill of falsifying information.

They were in the same boat. If Charles dared deceive him, giving him fake intel, William could easily turn around and deliver him to Adam Jones.

Just the fact that his daughter had stolen the Jones Company’s trade secrets would be enough for Adam to destroy him completely.

Moreover, the industries Charles Churchill had recently invested in showed similarly stagnant progress, with most of the Churchill Clan’s capital trapped in them.

So, the only plausible explanation was...

Adam Jones had long been aware of Charles Churchill’s intent in inserting Jasmine Churchill into the Jones Company, setting up false data for her to pilfer intentionally.

While publicly acting like a love-struck fool—running off to Atlanta Baker’s side and indulging his wife—he’d created an illusion of lowered vigilance.

From the very beginning, Adam Jones had understood William Hall’s plans, as well as Charles Churchill’s strategy.

And so, he played along, devising a trap for them to fall into.

Not only had William Hall fallen headfirst into it, but he’d felt smug about it, thinking he’d gotten Adam Jones right where he wanted him. He even envisioned a future where the Hall Clan was firmly in his grasp, with Harry Hall driven out.

The deeper William Hall delved into these thoughts, the colder his body felt.

If Adam Jones had truly orchestrated this elaborate trap, there was no way Harry Hall wouldn’t be in on it.