Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 261 What a Coincidence

I looked up in surprise. "Really?"

I had expected that Cornell Group wouldn't flourish as they once did with my interference. But I hadn't anticipated their downfall to be this fast. A 10% drop might not sound like much, but in their case, it meant evaporating hundreds of millions of dollars overnight.

Eric nodded. "Of course. I noticed it while checking the stock market these past few days. I know you've been busy lately and haven't had time to keep up with shares, so I wanted to tell you the moment I found out. But..." His tone turned serious. "To recover their losses, they're planning to launch a new project."

I paused for a moment before testing the waters. "New energy?"

Eric's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?"

I let out an awkward chuckle and quickly came up with something. "Renewable energy is the current trend. If they want to make up for their losses, of course, they'd want a piece of the pie."

Of course, that wasn't the real reason.

In my past life, Cornell Group had indeed ventured into the new energy sector, but much later. Back then, they had secretly siphoned resources from Brown Group and infiltrated Zentera Group. Only then did their push into renewable energy feel like a strategic flourish.

But this time? Who knew if it would be their saving grace or a desperate gamble?

I had once hosted. The attendees were industry experts, all handpicked by Jeremiah at the time. If my memory served me right, many of those people hadn't made a name

"What about you? Do

head. "The company doesn't have the capacity to branch out right now. We're focusing on research and development. If we succeed,

"In that case,

...

my word, the next day, I called a board meeting

of doubt but no outright objections. After all,

his words. At a time like this, he

The vote passed unanimously.

currently studying renewable energy.

they were still unpolished gems right now, unnoticed by the world, I had

I left the office and set off

prepare a pot of pork

in front of a discreet villa on the outskirts of town.

or enjoying cushy positions in leading enterprises But Mr. Simpson? He kept a low profile, burying himself in research. In my