160The next morning at the Sanchez Company, Darius sat in his office with Mr. Sanchez, who was visibly seething with anger. His face was red, and his fists were clenched on the desk. He could barely contain his fury over the events from the previous night.“How dare they trash the party?” Mr. Sanch
161Later that day, Darius met with the legal team to finalize the termination of the partnership with the Werners. The room buzzed with activity, papers shuffling, and phones ringing. Darius felt a mix of determination and relief as he signed the documents.Afterward, he decided to visit Leslie aga
162Welsh's face turned red with anger, his fists pounding on the coffee table. "They can't just do this to us! We need to confront them."Rana's eyes narrowed, her voice trembling with rage. "We need to get rid of Leslie. She's the one behind all of this."Letizia nodded, her mean expression harden
163The secretary nodded and returned to the reception area. "Mr. Sanchez will see you now," she said, her voice steady.Welsh nodded curtly and led the way, followed by Ray and the rest of the group. They entered Mr. Sanchez's office, their faces set with determination and anger."Mr. Sanchez," Wel
164Mr. Sanchez’s expression didn’t waver. "Ray, your anger is clouding your judgment. This decision was made with the company's future in mind. It's not about getting away with anything."Welsh stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "We're not done here, Sanchez. You'll hear from our
165Ray stormed out of Mr. Sanchez's office, his vision blind with rage. All he could see was red as thoughts of revenge swirled in his mind. How dare Sanchez betray them like this? After everything the Werners had done for that ungrateful fool. He barreled through the doors, nearly knocking over t
166Ray growled an unintelligible reply through clenched teeth, too incensed for coherent speech yet. Darius took it as consent to continue."Now then, I understand you're upset over recent developments," he began smoothly. "But I assure you, the change in management was necessary—Mr. Sanchez had gr
167Ray stiffened as the four men flanked Darius, forming an imposing phalanx behind their apparent leader. His lip curled in a sneer at their obvious intent. Ray suppressed a curse - Darius' hired muscle, come to intimidate at their master's whim. He'd walked into this meeting expecting danger, bu