Although time was somewhat tight, Dilos had been planning this for a long time, and Lex, a seasoned businessman who had received a top-tier business education since childhood, had helped refine the plan. The two of them needed only a short time to get everything ready. That same day, they flew together to the headquarters of International Genetic Technologies.
"How do you think they'll argue in there?"
After they got off the plane, on the way to International Genetic Technologies, Dilos—his face transformed into that of a middle-aged man and wearing a brown wig—drove a jet-black Bugatti Veyron. He glanced at Lex, who sat in the passenger seat beside him, and asked, "Will they be red-faced with rage, or black-faced with anger?"
"I think they'll turn into a 'color palette.'" Wearing dark sunglasses, Lex checked the new message on his phone and curled his lip. "Everyone fighting over this company is probably furious. It's a shame we got here too late to see it."
"Sounds like something unexpected happened. What's going on?"
Dilos was somewhat puzzled by these developments, but he wasn't in the least bit anxious.
"I have a contact at the scene. He sent me a message saying that one clause in John Hammond's will gives all the shares he controlled in International Genetic Technologies to his friend, Simon Masaroni, after his death."
Lex added, "John Hammond held fifty percent of the shares in International Genetic Technologies. Before the will was revealed, Masaroni had already managed to secure seven percent."
"That's big news. He's become the largest shareholder in one fell swoop—and with an outright controlling stake, too." Dilos curled his lip as he searched his memory for information on Simon Masaroni, then asked in confusion, "Is Masaroni that Indian billionaire?"
"Yes." Lex shrugged, a gleeful smile on