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Alef felt like he wanted to unleash all his anger on Sebastian. His facade was now exposed. And for some reason, he felt that this Clara Sebastian wasn't just an ordinary man who could be easily pushed around.
"Even though the pinnacle was almost within Mr. Alef's grasp, I never imagined that Group Azure would fall into Mr. Alef's hands."
In unison, they all nodded in agreement.
"It's possible... Group Azure could be on the brink of bankruptcy in less than two years." Then, Sebastian directed his gaze at Alef, who was also looking back at him now. Intense. Like a predator poised to pounce, ready to grab hold mercilessly. Until his life force was squeezed out under those claws.
He cast a unique aura in the room, full of voices of doubt about the decisions that Sebastian would make now. There were also scattered remarks questioning how this case would eventually be resolved, including its connection to the police.
"Mr. Alef himself said that he loves
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