Simultaneously, discontent among his detractors had become more pronounced.
In recent days, he had been engrossed in addressing these concerns, affording him Little respite.
Tyrone had intentionally feigned interest in the acquisition of Prosperous Technology to goad him into competition. Once Blayze initiated the acquisition of Prosperous Technologys stocks, he learned that this company was plagued by complications. Prosperous Technology had adopted a hostile stance against the acquisition and deployed plans to impede it, thereby reducing the equity held by Blayze.
The head of Prosperous Technology even issued a public statement, asserting that if the Fowler family persisted in the acquisition, they would resort to another policy, Liquidating the companys assets before the acquisition could come to fruition.
Blayze found himself caught in a perplexing conundrum. Under these circumstances, wrapping up the acquisition was imperative, as it would furnish him with the means to deliver a flawless presentation to the board of directors.
Undoubtedly, the Fowler family possessed immense wealth and influence, making the acquisition of Prosperous Technology seem inevitable. However, this very fact fueled growing dissension within the Fowler clan, leading to mounting restrictions placed upon him.
Stirring up discontent within the Fowler family toward Blayze was Tyrones true objective.
Slouching in his chair, Blayze massaged his temple and composed a message to Sabrina.
Do you happen to have some free time tomorrow? Lets dine together. Theres something of great importance I must share with you.
Something important? Sabrina was left puzzled.
Blayze clarified, Indeed.
Suspecting it might pertain to the upcoming photography competition, Sabrina responded, Very well, we can meet for Lunch tomorrow. Agreed.
Ensure you get a good nights rest.
Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join Stay Updated For All Books Updates
BearNovels
Sabrina set her phone down and resumed her playback, all while taking diligent notes.
After that, Sabrina stretched her Limbs.
After completing her evening skincare routine and brushing her teeth, Sabrina donned her pajamas, settled into her bed, retrieved her phone, deliberated briefly, and dialed a particular number.
The phone rang for an extended duration, nearly reaching the point of automatic disconnection before finally connecting.
From the other end of the line, a familiar male voice greeted her, tinged with irritation.
Arent you sick of me? Why have you called?
Earlier this morning, Tyrone was informed by Damon that Zeke had run away.
At that moment, he finally grasped Sabrinas emotions and the reason behind her call to the police. That explained her anger upon seeing him with Galilea.
Tyrone shouldered the blame himself.