Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 996

"Ms. Mercer, Brandon is here again. He's waiting in the lobby, and it looks like he refuses to leave until he sees you."

Hearing this, Lillian simply let out a light chuckle. "Let him do whatever he wants. If he likes waiting, he can wait. No one is to engage with him. Tell everyone to focus on their work, understood?"

Emma Ruiz, who had come in personally to deliver the news, nodded, stepped out of the office, and relayed Lillian's strict orders.

The Mercer family had never possessed a shred of self-awareness. In the eyes of the three Mercer men, genuine family bonds didn't exist; they were driven entirely by profit. The moment they smelled blood in the water, they came circling.

Lillian had been riding a massive wave of online momentum recently. Countless investors were knocking on her door, eagerly anticipating the expansion of Lillionix's low-altitude economy operations.

Lillian had already carefully selected her strategic partners, cementing deep alliances with giants in the express delivery and food logistics sectors. These contracts were signed smoothly and efficiently upon their arrival.

The factories were operating around the clock with heavily accelerated production schedules. With Stephen personally overseeing the manufacturing side, Lillian had absolutely nothing to worry about.

Now, armed with a formidable team, she felt like a tiger with wings. She didn't need to micromanage everything; she could simply charge forward at full speed.

As for the Mercer family, she had no plans to take action against them just yet.

However, the Mercers were truly feeling the squeeze.

Brandon had even picked up smoking. In the past, he had never indulged in the habit, sticking only to occasional light drinking.

Lately, the crushing pressure of his failing business had driven him to rely on nicotine and alcohol to numb the stress and maintain a sliver of focus. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't stop.

"Sir, there's no smoking allowed here."

A security guard approached to stop him. Looking visibly annoyed, Brandon crushed the cigarette under his heel.

"Buddy, can you do me a favor? I'll give you five hundred dollars."

"What kind of favor?"

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