Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0498

At the banquet, I used the slight influence of alcohol to project an image of boldness and strength. I stood at the center of the stage, confidently discussing the present and future of Jones Corporation. Over the years, Douglas had not been idle. Of the 24 shareholders, some were still holding on at Jones, while others had long since left. Christopher Newton was one of those who had left early. As I spoke, my gaze locked directly onto Christopher. He used to be the vice president of Jones Corporation but later poached most of my core team, starting his own company.

He was now the CEO of his own company. Even Douglas, who openly mocked him, had received a subtle offer from him. It just showed how deep his schemes ran.

Aside from Douglas's abilities, he held the key to Jones Corporation's most confidential information. If

Christopher succeeded in persuading him, it could mean a fatal blow to Jones Corporation.

When I sent out the invitations for this banquet, many came just to watch the drama. In Radiant City, there were plenty of powerful families, but inviting rival companies to gather like this was rare.

Pete stood behind me. He whispered in a voice that only the two of us could hear, "It's okay, keep going. Don't be afraid."

I glanced back at Pete, sending him a grateful look. I wasn't really afraid, but standing alone like this sometimes made me feel a bit lonely.

cast a disdainful look at Christopher, curious to see how far

him, "Mr. Newton, do you have any objections to what I said? My dad always praised your meticulous nature, saying that tasks entrusted to

murmurs from the crowd weren't pleasant. Those close to Christopher naturally spoke up

half-dead Shelman family as support." Christopher's eyes flashed with anger. But just as everyone expected him to say something harsh, he instead

so happens

say how

shattering on the floor cut him off, Although the sound wasn't loud, it seemed to freeze

disturbance froze in place.

banquet hall was a tall figure dressed in black. A low, hoarse voice broke

slipped.

wine bottle. His air of defiance made him seem particularly dangerous this evening.

just joking, Ms. Jones. No need

rest of the evening, I maneuvered gracefully through the crowd of nearly a hundred guests. Yet, my feet

and his blatant show of support made it impossible for me to gauge the true attitudes