Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Chapter 831

“Kent Walsh was all-in, taking the biggest hits in the price war and securing enormous projects.

He’s lost everything.

His firm was bleeding money for ages, camouflaging its woes from the world.

He meant to use this chance to pivot, not foreseeing he’d be drowning in hundreds of billions worth of debt.

They found him at his home today.

He’d taken his life.

It seems the burden was too great to shoulder,” Arturo conveyed the grim analysis.

Dominic’s expression darkened, a wry smile briefly crossing his Lips.

His uncle Kent, Jordan’s youngest, was no stranger to opulence and arrogance, shielded by family influence.

A smooth sailor all his life, this tempest was more than he could weather.

Dominic lit a cigarette, the ember’s glow veiling his face.

As he contemplated the swirling smoke, his voice broke the silence again.

“Did he sign the share transfer agreement?”

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the minutiae was never

retrieved the share transfer document from his briefcase, placing it before

surface, causing a visible shiver to pass

hands clench instinctively, his whole frame quaking

been to Kent’s opulent home with the intention of

a scene of despair—Kent had ended

sheer shock of it had Arturo recoiling, retreating several paces from

by the grim tableau, efficiently detached the body

practicality, they had forced Kent’s lifeless hand to mark

Dominic, who reclined

a man unfazed, his composure as

into the harsh realm of

within the Yates family, the true matriarch had

her, both metaphorically and physically-a fact Arturo had never fully

had ascended to his position on the coattails of his mother’s triumphs, wielding power with what he believed was a just

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Dominic shared Miranda’s resilience.

seemed to have an inexorable

to the tragic news of his uncle’s death was proof enough-a stoic demeanor, solely focused on the completion of

reviewed the document and found it in order, Dominic inquired, “What’s the status of my uncle

responded, “I’ve put someone

next step? Are you planning to

his cigarette with a deliberate tap against the desk, leaving a searing mark upon the wood-a silent testament to the day’s