The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 584

Having navigated the cutthroat corporate world for decades, when had Hackett ever been subjected to such indignity?

Furious, he slammed his fist onto the desk. "Who exactly is playing tricks behind our backs?"

Josiah remained silent for a moment before replying, "The opposing party is incredibly meticulous. Right now, almost all the buyers and sellers we’ve tracked down have perfectly legitimate trails, and the transactions themselves are flawless. Whoever is behind this is extremely cautious."

It was this exact flawlessness that sent a chill down Josiah's spine. The mastermind’s foresight was terrifyingly precise. He wasn't even sure if he and his father could outmaneuver them. One wrong step, and the Sloan Group—the empire they had spent decades building—would be handed over to a stranger on a silver platter.

Hackett’s eyes darkened with suspicion. "Have there been any movements from Fitch?"

Josiah shook his head. From the very beginning, his prime suspect had been Fitch, so he had kept close tabs on him. However, whether he had genuinely misunderstood the man or Fitch was simply too cunning, Josiah hadn't found a single shred of evidence linking the Sherwood family to the hostile takeover.

"Dad, we need to convene an emergency shareholder meeting immediately. If this continues, the controlling rights to the Sloan Group are going to change hands."

Hackett was well aware of what Josiah was saying. But...

Standing up, Hackett walked over to the window, gazing down at the sprawling city below. Once upon a time, the Sloan Group had been a titan in this metropolis. And now...

He took a deep breath, turning back to issue an order to his son. "Based on our current equity structure, contact all the shareholders immediately. We are holding a shareholder meeting tomorrow, and no one is permitted to be absent!"

Josiah nodded grimly. "Understood."

...

Meanwhile, far away in the CEO's office of the Sherwood Group, Fitch was receiving an update from his contact.

It was pointless anyway. When it came to the acquisition of the Sloan Group, Milford had no decision-making power.

The next day, Fitch arrived at the Sloan Group's shareholder meeting right on schedule.

Shareholders filed into the conference room in small groups, murmuring in low voices.

Hackett was already seated at the head of the table, his face stern as he flipped through the meeting materials.

Standing at the entrance, Fitch swept his gaze across the room before finally landing on Hackett. With a confident stride, he walked right in.

He was dressed in a sharp sapphire blue suit, flanked by two capable assistants.