"How could you possibly have this much money?"
Madelyn stared at the numbers and cried out in disbelief. With that much money, one could command the winds and rain in America.
The problem was that it made no sense. Homelander had been active for so long, yet all the profits he had generated combined did not amount to this much, let alone Soldier Boy, who had long since fallen out of favor.
"You don't need to worry about where my money came from."
Soldier Boy took back his phone and said, "Take this money and approach those shareholders. Quietly buy up their shares."
"No problem. Money makes everything easier."
Madelyn's eyes lit up. With hundreds of billions of dollars backing her, nothing was impossible. She said, "However, Edgar is a problem. That man is an old fox."
"Don't worry about him. Vought International has a massive scandal. As long as we expose it, he'll definitely have to step down."
Soldier Boy said. That scandal was Stormfront's identity. When the time came, Edgar would not be able to escape responsibility—Stormfront had joined The Seven entirely because Edgar had pushed for it.
That old man's skin was black, but his heart had never stood with black people. Of course, it had never stood with white people either. He only stood with himself.
Madelyn asked, "A scandal? Are you talking about Compound Five? That won't work. We have an agreement with the authorities."
"Not Compound Five. You don't need to ask any more about this."
Soldier Boy said, "Just do as I say. When the time comes, the position of Vought International's president will be yours."
Madelyn's breathing quickened. She had coveted that position for a long time. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Soldier Boy, there's another problem. What about my