Chapter 1150

The shareholders in the conference room all craned their necks towards the door, their expressions a mixture of surprise and disbelief as Ludwik entered, pushing a wheelchair.

And in that wheelchair...

Bryce's entire demeanor froze as he saw the person seated there.

A wave of incredulous coldness shot up from his feet, racing up his spine.

For a split second, Bryce was at a loss for words.

Phineas Wilson?

Phineas sat in the wheelchair, his face gaunt and sickly, yet his eyes were sharp and piercing, locking onto Bryce with an intensity that could cut like a blade.

Bryce understood all too well what that look meant.

He recalled the night he'd arranged for Phineas to be assassinated.

Bryce felt

his lips curling into a frosty

cold smile, "You thought I was done for, Bryce? How

night you sent someone to kill me, you were there too. You saw the bullet

over me, even kicked

must have been thrilled when I became

bought out my company's shareholders, dressed up a puppet, thinking you can just take

You deluded scoundrel!"

his gaze flickered over to

Phineas's unexpected appearance, had turned

her, along with the word 'puppet,' made every shareholder in the

meaning, and the shareholders, seasoned as they

was visibly shocked standing up in a burst of emotion,

just say? Bryce was there the

gaze was a mix of excitement and fury as he

"Mr. Wilson, was Bryce responsible for that

was already sweating profusely, his expression one of shock,

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