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?”

gave a confirming

the minutiae was never beneath

the share transfer document from his

red of a fingerprint marred its surface, causing a

made his hands clench instinctively, his

opulent home with the

met them was a scene of despair—Kent had

had Arturo recoiling, retreating

by the grim tableau, efficiently detached

a chilling act of practicality, they had forced Kent’s lifeless

at Dominic, who reclined unperturbed, Arturo’s respect mingled with

a man unfazed, his composure as steadfast

an initiation into the harsh realm of

within the Yates

both metaphorically and physically-a fact Arturo had

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.

to have an inexorable will, unyielding and

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

he had meticulously reviewed the document and found it in order, Dominic inquired, “What’s the

put

Are you planning to take him

final stream of smoke, he extinguished his cigarette with a deliberate tap against the desk, leaving a searing mark upon the wood-a silent testament