On their way to the parking lot, Andres turned to Hans.
"Has Cormac Shaw been harassing Apex Bank for a loan recently?"
Hans caught on instantly.
"Yes, Boss."
"Cormac is in a tight spot. He might be the eldest son, but his two younger brothers have all the backing."
"He dreams of taking over the family, but Old Mr. Shaw clearly favors Corbin."
"Since Cormac has no interest in the entertainment industry, he's pivoting hard into real estate."
"To secure the land in The Eastern Suburbs, he's approached several banks. Apex Bank is the only one that hasn't slammed the door in his face yet."
Andres let out a chilling laugh.
"Inform the president of Apex Bank. The next time Cormac Shaw shows up, slam the door in his face."
Hans understood the directive perfectly.
"Consider it done. If Apex cuts him off, I guarantee no other bank in the city will lend him a single dime."
Apex Bank was just one of the many assets secretly controlled by the White family.
As the ultimate shot-caller, Andres could destroy Cormac's financial future with a single word.
Cormac thought he was being clever by teaming up with Nancy, but he was essentially digging his own grave.
The men quickly reached their SUV.
The moment he slid into the back seat, Andres frantically searched for his phone.
Sure enough, it was sitting right where he had left it.
When he lit up the screen, he found several missed calls and a string of messages from Maeve.
"Today is my birthday. Do you want to get dinner together?"
When he read that line, his eyes lit up.
This was completely unprecedented.
Maeve was actually inviting him to dinner?
So today was her birthday.
Why had she never mentioned such an important milestone before?
Murray was the first to recover from the shock.
"Boss, I have a feeling you're going to be sleeping on the couch tonight."
Hans was even more pessimistic.
"If Miss Vance lets him sleep on the couch, that means the situation is salvageable."
"I'm worried she's going to lock him out entirely. That's when things get truly disastrous."
Andres glared murderously at his two useless wingmen, silently warning them to shut up.
He frantically dialed Maeve's number, but it went straight to a powered-off message.
He was dead.
Andres's mind went blank.
Maeve rarely ever turned off her phone.
When she didn't want to be bothered, she just muted it.
Powering it down completely meant she had intentionally cut off all contact with the outside world.

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