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.

back, Bryce

his lips curling into a frosty smirk,

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

The night you sent someone to kill me, you were there

stood over me,

thrilled when

dressed up a puppet, thinking you can just take over

You deluded scoundrel!"

he spoke, his gaze flickered over

startled by Phineas's unexpected appearance, had

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

laden with meaning, and the

who had previously spoken for Phineas, was visibly shocked standing up in a burst of emotion, "Mr. Wilson, is that

say? Bryce was

of excitement

"Mr.

profusely, his expression one of shock,

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