Chapter 1027

Chapter 1037:
Milton’s countenance turned frigid in an instant. “Enough! What is this? Are you feeling guilty now? Have your secret dealings finally caught up with you? Are you afraid now?”
Boden didn’t say anything more. In truth, he had operated a fictitious company with non-existent transactions, orchestrated shady financial transfers, evaded taxes, and enlisted deceptive tactics such as phantom bills of lading, loan sharking, concealed title shares, and siphoning funds.
Through his relatives. None of these activities would withstand scrutiny. Guilt gnawed at Boden’s conscience.
Anson, catching on to the gravity of the situation, urgently signaled Boden to refrain from further comment. Finally, he intervened, “Mr. Lopez, it’s evident that you’ve had a challenging year. Nonetheless, it’s imperative to segregate your personal affairs from the company’s interests. That principle remains constant. You’re responsible for addressing this matter. Don’t allow it to escalate, as it won’t benefit anyone.
I sense she may hold some resentment toward you, considering your past history. With your persuasive charm, perhaps you can manage a reconciliation, even if it involves more intimate persuasion. I believe you’ve always excelled in that department. I’m certain she’ll relent…”
Milton’s anger reached a boiling point, and he raised his fist, poised to strike Anson. Fortunately, Raul swooped in just in the nick of time, restraining Milton. Their constant insults slung at Candice had driven Milton to the brink. What low regard did they hold for her?
“Milton, please, calm down,” Raul implored, struggling to keep Milton in check. Recognizing the extent of his overstepping, Anson hastily whisked Boden out of the meeting room as the directors began their exodus.
Before departing, Bart fixed Milton with a deep, contemplative gaze. He was livid. Why had Candice chosen this precise moment to return?
For his part, Bart had suffered significant losses today. He had wrestled the CEO position with great effort, only to inexplicably lose it, a bitter pill to swallow. Bart stormed out in a fit of anger, leaving Raul feeling utterly bewildered. Raul didn’t wish to weigh down Milton any further, so he simply patted his friend’s shoulder and departed without a word.
𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙩 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Now, the meeting room stood empty, devoid of all but one occupant.
Milton, his hand kept in his suit pocket the entire time, clutched the card that Candice had surreptitiously slipped into it.
He withdrew the card and examined it closely, and what he saw left him utterly astonished.
It was a room card for the Crowne Hotel, bearing the number 8307.
Candice departed from the Royal Garden Corporation in the company of her subordinates, making their way to the corporate gates.
A special vehicle awaited them, a sleek black Hummer equipped with bulletproof glass.
Given the high-stakes nature of their work for ICIF, they traveled with state-of-the-art bulletproof vehicles, skilled drivers, and vigilant bodyguards. Among them, both Thomas and Leo possessed skill sets akin to those of special forces.
Once settled into the car, Leo inquired, “Miss Blake, should I take you to the hotel?”
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