Legacy Of The Chaotic Heir

Chapter 189

As Clinton struggled to regain his bearings, his eyes ablaze with fury, he fixed Gunther with a withering glare, his voice dripping with venomous disdain. "You?" he spat, the words laced with disbelief and betrayal. "My own personal assistant? You were in on this with Jane? Working together to bring me down to zero?"

The realization hit Clinton like a sucker punch to the gut, the sting of betrayal cutting deeper than any physical blow. How could Gunther, his loyal right-hand man, have turned against him so brazenly? The thought gnawed at him, festering like a wound that refused to heal.

But despite the seething rage that simmered beneath the surface, Clinton refused to be cowed. With a defiant tilt of his chin, he squared his shoulders and met Gunther's accusatory gaze head-on. "I'll be up again," he declared, his voice ringing with a steely resolve that brooked no argument. "And mark my words, if I find myself behind bars, you'll regret ever double-crossing me and having the audacit