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

lips curling into a frosty

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

wasn't wrong. The night you sent someone to kill me, you were

over me, even kicked

been thrilled when I

shareholders, dressed up a puppet,

You deluded scoundrel!"

spoke, his gaze flickered over

unexpected appearance, had

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

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

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

did you just say? Bryce was there the night you

of excitement

Bryce, "Mr. Wilson,

profusely, his expression one of

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