Chapter 687 Cooperation

"That’s it! We start pulling everything together now and get ready for tomorrow’s shareholders' meeting! Ha! This feels just like the old days, back when we were young and working night after night in this company. I can feel the fire rushing through my veins again!"

"Don’t get carried away. Watch yourself, or your blood pressure will flare up. You’re not that young anymore. You’re turning into an old man."

"What's that, you asshole? You want to fight?"

Dominic’s throat tightened as he looked at them. "Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you so much."

The room filled with movement as they turned their focus to the files.

With the old men lending their hands, even though the situation outside the walls was dire, the rhythm of their work stayed calm and steady.

The air carried a quiet weight, like the fragile start of something extraordinary.

Then one of them let out a sharp breath.

"This is odd. Why has so much of Jenson Group’s public stock slipped away recently?"

"What do you mean?"

Dominic and the others rushed closer.

One glance at the numbers, and their faces hardened.

The public stock had indeed drained at a shocking pace.

It had been swept up by multiple firms, spread out in different bursts.

Breaking it apart like that made the pattern harder to catch.

Once those shares piled high enough, they would turn into a force no one could ignore.

And no one would move like this unless they had known Jenson Group was about to stumble.

Otherwise, collecting scattered stock made no sense.

Such a move would be exposed in time.

Dominic’s chest sank before he burst out. "This is terrible! News about Dad’s case is spreading too fast. Tomorrow our stock will crash. When it bottoms out, those firms will move in again. After a few days of buying, Jenson Group could fall into their control!"

Even if Dominic threw in every last dollar, he knew it would not matter.

Unless Russell proved his innocence soon, every cent poured in would vanish into a pit.

The money would turn to waste.

And the enemy would never give him an opening. They could dump their stock halfway and pocket staggering profits.

The figures were not millions, but billions. Jenson Group’s cash flow could never match that.

If they failed to take the stock back, the hidden hands buying in would rise as the largest holder, with absolute control over the company.

"So the one behind all these quiet buys is the very person pulling the strings in this disaster."

The vice director spoke the thought that haunted them all.

Dominic scanned the list, his eyes halting on a name he knew.

His lips pressed tight. He pulled out his phone. "Gentlemen, keep quiet. Just listen. I need to confirm this."

They watched as he pressed the call.

The tone droned through the room.

The call was answered quickly.

"Dominic, it’s late. What’s so pressing that you have to call me at this hour?"

Malcom’s voice showed no sign of sleep, no weariness.

He had been waiting for this call.

"Malcom, are you the one behind the firms quietly buying Jenson Group’s stock?"

Dominic asked flat out.

The room froze.

Every gaze locked in disbelief.

Malcom of Crown Group?

Isn’t he one of Russell’s closest friends?

Malcom feigned confusion. "Dominic, I don’t follow."

"Malcom, I saw a name on the list I know well. It belongs to a Crown Group branch that handles building materials. Years ago, Dad pushed me to work with them. And no one without deep resources could buy enough to shake Jenson Group. If this whole play is yours, meant to swallow us whole, then since you'll be at tomorrow’s meeting anyway, why bother keeping up the act?"

The silence stretched. Then Malcom spoke low. "Dominic, you are sharper than most people. No wonder Russell trusted you. I respect that. I respect you."

The words landed like a confession.

"Malcom, I know business is built on profit, not loyalty. But tell me this. Is there more to my father’s bribery case, or did he truly do it?"

"I know your father’s character. He would never. But none of that matters now. He cannot escape it."

Malcom paused for a moment. "Dominic, Jenson Group is no longer yours. While you still have time, take your brothers and your mother and walk away. If you push forward, you’ll lose everything. No one will save you. You cannot beat me."

That was all.

The line clicked and went silent.

The office filled with heavy stillness.

Even Russell’s oldest allies let out tired sighs.

"Dominic, take what you can while there’s still something left. As long as you live, there’s always another day to fight back. You have to bite down on this and endure."