Chris's gaze was cold, his mind already calculating every move before it happened. Wren Lancaster wasn't just going to fall—he was going to sign away everything he owned and never even realize it until it was too late.
Chris exhaled slowly. "Ethan, I want everything. His company, his assets, his networks—all of it."
Ethan grinned. "You want him to walk right into his own grave?"
Chris's voice was smooth, but ruthless.
"No. I want him to sign his own death warrant—and smile while doing it."
Ethan's smirk widened. "I'll draft the documents. We'll make it look like a corporate restructuring agreement. Once he signs, every single one of his businesses transfers directly to Blackwood."
Chris nodded. "Make sure the clauses are hidden. He should think it's just a temporary emergency deal to protect his company from collapse."
Ethan chuckled. "By the time he realizes, he'll have nothing left."
Chris's eyes darkened. "And then?"
Ethan leaned back, his expression sharp. "Then he'll be exactly where you want him."
Chris smirked. "Good."
It was time to end Wren Lancaster.
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Meanwhile…
Wren sat in his office, his fingers drumming against the desk as his lawyers paced the room. The revelations about Arthur Hensley's betrayal had sent his entire company into chaos.
His businesses were bleeding. Investors were pulling out. Titan Holdings had backed off, but the damage was done.
He needed a way out.
Then, his secretary walked in, holding a file. "Sir, we've received an offer from Blackwood Enterprises."
Wren stilled. "Blackwood?"
The name alone carried weight. No one rejected Blackwood—because no one could afford to.
The document was sleek, professional—an emergency restructuring deal.
Wren's eyes scanned the contract.
A lifeline.
Blackwood would temporarily absorb his businesses, stabilize them, and return them once the crisis passed.
It was his only chance.
Wren exhaled, grabbing a pen. "Fine. If Blackwood wants to back me, I'll take their offer."
His signature flowed across the page.
The moment he finished, the document was scanned and sent directly to Blackwood Headquarters.
Back at Blackwood…
Ethan watched as the final confirmation hit his screen. A slow, victorious smirk stretched across his face.
"Done."
Chris took the tablet, scanning the document one last time. Wren Lancaster had just handed over everything.
His empire. His wealth. His future.
And he didn't even know it.
Chris set the tablet down, his voice calm but mercil
ess.
"Now…" he said, "make sure he never gets to realize his mistake."