CHAPTER 95: The Price of Betrayal

　　The tension in the meeting hall was suffocating. John sat at the head of the long polished table flanked by Rachel and Rebecca with the company's top investors and a few key employees filling the seats on either side.

　　The large room, which had once been a symbol of power and wealth now felt like a tomb with the walls closing in with the weight of impending disaster.

　　John's heart raced, the numbers had been impossible to ignore, 8.10 billion dollars gone and the bank breathing down their necks, ready to seize the company.

　　He glanced at Rebecca who sat stone-faced beside him with her fingers tapping anxiously on the table. Rachel, on his other side, clenched her jaw and her eyes hard as steel. They knew they were trapped and that whatever came next would decide their family's fate.

　　An investor, his face flushed with anger, stood up and slammed his fist on the table breaking the silence.