e chair across from h
his back to Warren, looking out at the city. The posture
nced at his legal team, who were hovering near the door,
d for total control, a hostile takeover, the complete destru
uments Warren had spread out on the desk. He didn'
e simple," E
t hammered ag
Group," Ellsworth said, his tone flat. "This will co
was more than double what they ne
arren asked, his voi
ing five fingers. "I want fort
venty, eighty, even ninety. Forty-eight percent meant the Bradford fam
worth wanted revenge, why
atter. What is he playing at? Is he trying to lull me into a false sense of security before he guts the company from the inside? Or is ther
into a cold smile. "I have no interest in running a fa
words sink in. "So, y
y. He kept his job. This wasn't a takeo
ick, the hidden trap. "Mr. Marshall, ar
nutes to decide. After that, the offer is off the table, and I will instruct my team to begin
, sharp and deadly. But it was wrapped
emy, but he was acting like a savior. Was this for Ashlie? The thought terrifi
. Ellsworth tapped his foot,
ompany. He couldn't risk his family's future
eached across the desk, his
ed to his assistant. "Bring in the legal
table was covered in documents. Pens scratched agai
ooked up at Ellsworth, who was stand
his voice low and desperate
eyes like chips of ice. He stared at Warr
arren felt a chill run down his spine. He
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