Chapter 283 The Game of Shadows

“You… you…” August stammered, his face twisted in shock and anger as he finished reading the documents. He glared at Robert, his expression hideous. “The signatures on these contracts belong to major companies in Chicago, that were part of our investments... Could it be that these companies are all yours? Robert, stop joking!”

Jacob sneered at August’s incredulous reaction, his voice cold and solemn. “You guessed right. These companies do belong to Fourth Master.”

Jacob turned slightly toward the hall entrance and clapped his hands.

A group of men in sharp suits came in, each exuding an air of power and prestige. They varied in height and build, but all shared an undeniable aura of authority.

August's eyes widened in disbelief. “President Patrick... President Landon... President Zachary...” he muttered, recognizing the men. His entire body froze, and it felt as if his blood had turned to ice.