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.

small step back, Bryce felt a

lips curling into a frosty

an unwavering gaze, Phineas fixed Bryce with a cold smile, "You thought I

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

remember. You stood over me, even

thrilled when I

out my company's shareholders, dressed up a puppet, thinking

You deluded scoundrel!"

his gaze flickered over to

startled by Phineas's unexpected appearance, had turned

Phineas gave her, along with the word 'puppet,' made every

were laden with meaning, and the shareholders, seasoned as they were,

a burst of emotion, "Mr. Wilson, is

just say? Bryce was there the night you were

gaze was a mix of excitement and fury as he turned

Bryce, "Mr. Wilson, was Bryce

was already sweating profusely, his expression one of

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