The size of the files reflected the countless wrongdoings each shareholder had committed over the years. Even the thinnest file was as wide as two finger joints. Vincent had been aware of these actions for a long time, but he chose to remain silent, carefully gathering the evidence.

In this world, no official could claim to be completely clean, especially among the shareholders of a company like Adams Group.

The saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater,” was certainly applicable here.

To keep the company running smoothly, Vincent needed these skilled yet imperfect individuals to stay in charge. They had the talent and resources to push the company forward, but Vincent held their future in his hands.

Business always came down to balancing interests. Vincent relied on their talents, while they depended on his salary and resources.

These files, packed with damaging evidence, were crucial for keeping them in line, allowing Vincent to end this game whenever he found it unsatisfactory.

Katelyn stood behind one of the shareholders, stealing a glance at the contents.

The overwhelming pile of incriminating material made her stare wide-eyed at Vincent.

In that moment, she realized why he had remained so calm since stepping off the plane—he had full confidence that the company would always be his to control.

One shareholder, shaking with fear, dropped the files and fell to his knees, pleading with Vincent. “Mr. Adams, I was wrong to make those choices. Please, don’t expose these things. If you do, my life, my family, and my children will all be ruined.”

This man, appearing to be in his forties, sobbed uncontrollably.

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The files Vincent held revealed not only evidence of tax evasion but also personal scandals that could shatter lives.

Once one shareholder knelt, the others quickly followed, their pleas filling the air.

They were not just worried about their own futures; they feared the devastating consequences the documents would have on their families and children.

The conference room descended into chaos, echoing with desperate cries and the sound of foreheads hitting the floor.

Vincent watched the unfolding scene with icy calmness, his face revealing nothing.

He wouldn’t disclose such evidence unless absolutely necessary.

Though he understood how the world functioned, he refused to let it dictate his actions.

The scene now felt completely different from just five minutes ago.

Holden, completely shocked, couldn’t believe how quickly everything had gone wrong.

Clenching his jaw, he glared at the shareholders, shouting, “Have you forgotten what you promised me? How could you betray me now? Do you all want to die?”

As he ranted, Holden suddenly jumped up and pulled a small remote from his pocket, its bright red button glowing menacingly.

Katelyn recognized it immediately.

It was a detonator.

In that instant, she realized the strange ticking sounds from earlier were coming from bombs strapped to the shareholders.

Their lives were now in Holden’s hands.

The remote was his way of controlling them, explaining their initial betrayal of Vincent.

Yet, the evidence Vincent had revealed posed an even greater threat.

Even with death looming over them, they still chose to protect their reputations.

A sharp, cold light flickered in Vincent’s eyes.

“You’re out of your mind for using tactics like this,” he said. “Those time bombs could blow this entire building to bits.”

“I’ve been out of my mind for years! Living in your shadow has driven me crazy. I lost my sanity the moment the world forgot who Holden Adams was,” Holden shot back, his face twisted with anger and resentment.

“I’ve resented our father for keeping me out of the fight. If I had been thrown into the ring with you, I would have had the chance to face you directly. Instead, I’ve spent years lurking in the shadows like a ghost!” Holden raged on, waving the remote around wildly.

The Adams family tradition stated that only those who entered the cage—the arena for the fiercest competition—could fight for power.

Vincent had always yearned for their father’s approval, while for Holden, it had become a shackle. His deep resentment and bitterness even extended to their father. Vincent remained composed, though his fists tightened with tension.

Holden shouted, “If this company isn’t mine by the end of the day, you’ll all die with me. Especially you, Vincent. If you want to live, give up everything—and I also want your legs crippled!”

Without hesitation, Vincent replied, “Absolutely not.”

“Then die with me!” Holden screamed. “The bombs strapped to their bodies are high-explosive and controlled by the cloud. You’re all going to die!”

Katelyn, filled with fear, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope at his words. The cloud!

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