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Before Mr. Jordon could even finish his sentence, Nn’s pitch–ck pistol was already aimed directly at

his heart.

His words cut off mid–sentence.

At that exact moment, a team of bodyguards in ck stormed into the conference room.

The rest of the shareholders jumped to their feet in rm.

“Nn! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Sir, please calm down. We were only making a suggestion–we never officially said Mr. Tyson should take your ce!”

“Exactly, exactly. Everything can be discussed! We’re reasonable!”

“There’s nothing to discuss. I’ve understood you all quite clearly.”

Nn pressed the barrel harder into Mr. Jordon’s chest.

Mr. Jordon was frozen in ce, cold sweat running down his face.

“You’ve all heard what kind of person I am. I don’t keep useless people around. And I especially don’t keep people with divided loyalties.”

“M–Misunderstanding… Mr. Nn, this bis /bjust a big misund—”

Before he could finish, Nn pulled the trigger in front of everyone.

The crisp sound of the gunshot rang through the room.

The bullet tore cleanly through Mr. Jordon’s chest.

Everyone’s expressions changed instantly.

Nn lowered his gun, face nk as he said, “Did you all forget what kind of person I am? Let me remind you–just so you don’t forget again.”

“Nn! Aren’t you afraid of going to prison?!”

“Hayes Corp has always had ties to the underground. If I couldn’t even kill someone, I’d be a disgrace.”

At Nn’s signal, someone immediately came in and removed Mr. Jordon’s body.

The others looked at each other, silent and terrified.

Nn ced his gun on the table. “Anyone else want a new leader? You can step forward.”

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With things having escted to this point, who would dare make a moveb? /b

The wrong nce could get them killed.

The room fell into a deadly silence.

Finished

“So… no one wants to step forward, then.”

Nn tapped the table. His assistant quickly passed out contracts to the board members.

“Read the uses carefully. Sign after you’ve understood them. And if anyone gets cozy with Tyson again, don’t me me for whates next.”

With that, Nn stood up and left.

Only after he was gone did the board members shakily pick up the contracts in front of them.

Each use was written with veiled but unmistakable threat:

Anyone who sided with Tyson would be forced to hand over their entire fortune–to Nn personally.

“This is… this is practically extortion…”

“Shh! Keep your voice down! Do you have a death wish?”

“That Nn–murder, threats, there’s nothing he won’t do. The only reason he’s gotten this far is because of his bloodline-”

“Bloodline? He’s just a bastard, nothing more.”

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Outside the conference room-

Nn’s phone lit up with a new message from Eliza.

The moment he saw her name, the coldness in his eyes softened.

“Sir,” his secretary reminded him, “I don’t think those people inside will obey easily.”

Nn’s face hardened once more. His voice was icy. “If they don’t obey, deal with them.”

“Yes, sir.”

Back at ire University-

Naomi was unting her status like a peacock, attracting quite a few students eager to get close.

After all, she was Ms. Cassandra of the Sue family–a valuable connection to have after graduation.

“This bwas /ba gift from my brother, Christian.”

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Finished

Naomi held out her hand, showing off a dazzling pink diamond the size of a pigeon egg, wlessly cut and gleaming.

“Wow, Naomi, your brother treats you so well.”

A female ssmate sighed in envy. “My brother’s never given me a ring that big.”

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg,” Naomi bragged, nose practically in the clouds. “Christian gave me tons of amazing stuff when he found me. I’ll bring everything tomorrow and show you all.”

The girls around her offered politepliments, but deep down, they weren’t impressed.

These kinds of luxuries weren’t that rare in their world. Sure, they took effort to find, but they weren’t worth showing off like this.

Naomi’s shallowness was obvious.

Standing outside the ssroom, Eliza overheard some ssmates talking.

“I don’t know what she’s showing off for. It’s just a pink diamond.”

“Exactly. But what can you do? She’s the Sue family’s Ms. Cassandra. Better to go along with it.”

“You can tell she’s from a small family. No ss at all.”

Eliza raised an eyebrow at their words.

It seemed Naomi wasn’t exactly popr in ss.

And it made sense–everyone at ire University came from money.

But their wealth? It was generational. Lifelong. Not new money clinging to borrowed glory.

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