“Well done,” the mysterious person said. “But I advise you to remain cautious. Better safe than sorry. Get too cocky, and you might just get tripped up at the last minute.”
If Fitch was discovered, it would disrupt their plan, and he shouldn’t expect any mercy.
Fitch understood the unspoken threat. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't say anything against the mysterious figure's authority. He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t worry. With me on the case, he won’t be able to stir up any trouble. Given the Sloans' current situation, one more push from our side, and they’ll either go bankrupt or... they’ll be begging someone to acquire them.”
Both of them knew exactly who that someone would be.
The person on the other end seemed pleased with this answer. “That would be ideal. Remember what I told you. I don’t want the Sloan family to go bankrupt. I want a complete change of ownership.”
“Of course,” Fitch nodded. “I haven’t forgotten our agreement.”
He set down his glass, his tone eager. “But... you did promise me significant resources and a major investment for the Sherwood Group once this is all over...”
The mysterious person cut him off. “Rest assured, once the job is done, you’ll get every penny.”
Fitch’s smile deepened. “Then here’s to the success of our partnership.”

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