The Old Count had been poisoned; could that mean that another consortium was ready to make their move during the Armstrong Family's transition of power?
If that was the case, then he certainly had to sell his shares.
Once some people started leading the way, others would also develop similar apprehensions, and begin to sell off, causing the value of the consortium's shares to plummet.
As a result, the losses would become very severe.
Therefore, beneath what seemed like Dean's reasonable logic lay enormous hidden dangers—Moore Butler could not possibly agree to such a demand.
However, just as he rose to send off the guests, the scene that unfolded before him caused him to fall back into his seat in fright.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound was heard; the woman who had been silent until now suddenly stretched out her hand and slapped hard on the marble coffee table in front of her.
With her movement, the sturdy coffee table suddenly shattered into pieces, breaking into chunks of stone.
