The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 687

To Hackett's ears, Josiah's defense sounded like a thinly veiled accusation. He whirled around, his eyes blazing with fury. “Are you accusing me of mismanagement?”

Josiah was exasperated. His father knew perfectly well that wasn't what he meant. “Dad! I am just stating the facts. Time is running out. Are we really going to waste it arguing about pointless things? Our priority is to handle the compensation claims! But before that, we have to figure out if someone else was pulling the strings.”

After all, they had no way of knowing if the mastermind had another move planned. As long as the culprit remained hidden, the Sloan family's business would never be secure.

Hackett let out a cold laugh, thinking his son had no grasp of their reality. “You know it’s a huge sum for compensation, yet you’re still pushing me to offend Fitch! Do you have any idea how much we have to pay out this time? Thirty million!”

The company’s cash flow was already tight. After paying this, Hackett worried they wouldn't even be able to make payroll next month. He sank back into his office chair. “I was hoping Fitch could help us through this. And now you want me to alienate him? Who else can we turn to?”

Josiah’s brow furrowed. His father was still hoping the Sherwood family would help? His father’s unwavering trust in Fitch was a terrible sign.

“Dad, Fitch Sherwood is not who you think he is. He’s been quietly buying up our shares. Now that the company is in trouble and the stock is falling, it’s entirely possible he’s the one behind this whole mess. His goal is to take over the Sloan Group!”

Seeing his son still so obstinate, Hackett’s anger boiled over. He slammed his hand on the desk.

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