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“In recent years, the major families in Pree City have struggled with leadership transitions, making them even more defensive. They support each other and close ranks against outsiders mainly to prevent Lyhaton’s families from seizing opportunities. Breaking into that circle won’t be easy,” someone said.

“The separation of Pree City from Lyhaton left a legacy of bitterness that has only intensified with time. Any expansion attempt will trigger immediate and coordinated opposition,” another executive chimed in.

“Miss Hond, this endeavor transcends simple business strategy. Even when Mr. Carl Ford drafted these ns years ago, the path forward remained unclear…”

Even after so many years had passed, Carl’s ambitious vision remained unrealized.

The group made their positions clear, yet there was only one unanimous agreement—Corrine needed to be dissuaded from her n.

She listened in silence, allowing their arguments to spill across the room. But as tension thickened and voices grew uncertain, the conversation petered out into an uneasy stillness.

“Are you all finished?” Her voice sliced through the silence—calm, sharp, and ice-cold.

Chairs creaked. Shoulders sagged. Not a single soul dared to respond.

Corrine set her cup down on the polished table. The sound was not loud, yet itnded like a gavel, final and unyielding. Her tone, detached but firm, followed in its wake. “I asked for solutions, not surrender before the first strike.” nces darted across the room. No one wanted to meet her eyes. Each person silently prayed someone else would speak first.

Since taking over, Corrine had earned the group’s admiration. Her decisions were precise, her resolve unwavering.

She was no ornamental heir from the Ford family—she was a force.

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Still, the Ford Group’s expansion into Pree City was a monumental endeavor. Not even Carl had managed it. Years ago, he had suggested the very same move, only to be crushed by the united front of Pree City’s entrenched families. Progress had stalled before it ever began.

As the weight of history hung over them, one subordinate finally spoke, his voice tentative. “Miss Hond, the people in Pree City are fiercely territorial. We saw it ourselves during the Hond Group acquisition.”

That single voice cracked the ice. Others, emboldened, began to echo the sentiment. “Exactly. Just look at the Hond Group acquisition. Behind its copse is a swamp of entangled debts. There is no profit to speak of. Anyone who touches it will inherit a mountain of liabilities. It is a time bomb, and everyone knows it. However, the major families of Pree City pushed the court to re-auction it—just to block us. That deal was locked in, and yet they found a way to throw it into disarray. All that resistance has dragged us back again and again.”

Every passing day bled money from thepany’s veins.

Corrine drummed her fingers against the table, slow and steady. The sound might as well have been a countdown.

Her gaze swept over them, her eyes unreadable, yet undeniablymanding. “If none of you have a solution,” she said coolly, “then take your time thinking.” She rose from her seat with practiced grace.

At the doorway, she paused. Her gaze slid back across the room, cold and razor-edged. “Until a n is presented, no one leaves thepany. Thepany will handle all expenses during this period.” Shock rippled through the group like a silent explosion.

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