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.

step back, Bryce felt

curling into a frosty smirk, pushed Phineas

I was done for, Bryce? How could you be so certain of

me, you were there too. You saw the

me, even kicked me while I was

must have been thrilled when

dressed up a puppet, thinking you can just take over my

You deluded scoundrel!"

his gaze flickered over to

unexpected appearance, had

with the word 'puppet,' made every shareholder in the room turn their eyes

were laden with meaning, and the shareholders,

visibly shocked standing up in a burst of emotion, "Mr. Wilson, is that really you? You've woken up!

just say? Bryce was there

Evan's gaze was a mix of excitement and fury as he turned towards

"Mr. Wilson, was Bryce responsible for that night's attack

already sweating profusely, his expression one of shock, quickly

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