Two days later.
Matthew sat in his penthouse office, the skyline of Makati stretching endlessly before him. The city was alive, but his mind was on one thing—Sentinel Systems.
The company had grown beyond what he initially envisioned. Billions in valuation. A stake in major industries. Dominance in cybersecurity. But if he wanted to take it global, he needed investors who knew what they were doing. Business-minded investors with real experience—not friends who happened to be there in the beginning.
Saimon and Leo each owned 10% of Sentinel Systems. It had been a gesture of goodwill—a reward for their loyalty. But the truth?
They didn't build Sentinel.
He did.
And if Sentinel was going to reach even greater heights, their shares had to be diluted.
The private dining room in Shangri-La at the Fort was dimly lit, the soft glow of chandeliers reflecting off the dark wood interior. A bottle of Macallan 25 sat on the table, untouched.