The press conference hosted by Jacobsma Group had been ongoing for the entire morning at the Woolpackton Grand Hotel in the luxurious top-floor hall. Reporters from major media outlets eagerly rushed forward, vying to interview Peter Schneider, who stood at the podium."We are extremely grateful for
Corporate espionage?Alexander turned to look at Damon with a slight smile. "As the Schneider family's young heir, what do you have to say?"Damon tightly sealed his lips, unable to utter a single word. Peter only had a rough understanding of the matter, as Damon was the one who dealt with it. Yovan
The press conference held by the Schneider family lasted until two in the afternoon. The reporters swiftly returned to their respective media organizations, not wanting to be left behind and promptly released the results of the interviews."The Jacobsma Group stole commercial secrets, and they are s
Early the next day, a large red Porsche pulled to a slow stop in front of the Sunset Red Welfare Home.This was in the western outskirts of Ol' Mare, located at the intersection of the old and new city areas. The surrounding old neighborhoods had almost all been relocated, with new residential areas
Gary laughed bitterly, pointing toward the entrance of the welfare home not far away. "During the day, a few thugs would occasionally come over, blocking the entrance with sticks, threatening us so we couldn't even go out to buy groceries.""At night, they would cut our electricity wires, smash wate
"Compensation..."Gary suppressed his anger and picked up the contract, glancing through it. He suddenly froze, and he exclaimed, "One million?!""Didn't you say last time you came that you would compensate me with five million? Why is it less this time? The welfare institution sits on such a large
"You want me to bark like a dog?" The sturdy man's bewilderment was replaced by a laugh—one that sounded cold. "I gave you a chance, dude, but you just wouldn't appreciate it! I'll let you know what's the true—"Alexander struck as quick as lightning. He grabbed the man by the neck and flung him awa
At that very moment, in the Ol' Mare Construction Group at the top-floor Chairman's office…Sebastian Winfrey, a man in his fifties, was sitting in his luxurious swivel chair with his phone in his left hand. His right hand was occupied with fondling a sultry woman at his side.He sneered. "How dare