"I warn the Jones family, within 24 hours, you must hand over all your shares in the Miller Gemstone Corporation." Magnus growled: "Otherwise, I will start to besiege you in the business world, no matter how much it costs me; I will fight to the end." Phelan frowned, wondering what had infuriated Magnus to the point of being so harsh on Lagan and his son and refusing to let go. He had invited Magnus here today, but was he still pursuing responsibility? "The James Corporation, quite formidable, huh!" At that moment, a firm, aged voice rang out. An older man with white hair in a wheelchair, pushed by two bodyguards, entered the room. "Mr. Jones? What brings you here?" Magnus, surprised, remained relatively polite to the elder Jones and wondered why he showed up for such a trivial matter. Old Mr. Jones, Simcha Jones, had long stopped caring about worldly matters. Simcha Jones stepped down from his high position in Elysian Echo when broaden the network in Empyria was established. He
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