It was only after the situation took a sudden turn.
Mister realized he had walked into a trap... but it was already too late.
The Arbitration Bureau came knocking directly, demanding that the Wetting Conglomerate pay Alt Corporation a substantial sum in damages.
Objectively speaking, it might have looked like the Wetting Conglomerate was simply moving money from one hand to the other. In reality, however, this marked a complete separation between Alt Corporation and the Wetting Conglomerate.
Jonas's ruthless ambitions were plain to see. He had never wanted peaceful coexistence, but to seize every board member's power for himself.
-Alt Corporation was the true successor to Wetting.
That was the real objective Jonas wanted to achieve.
Realizing this sent a chill down Mister's spine. Nor was he alone-the entire Board of Directors of the Wetting Conglomerate sensed a storm approaching.
They had thought they were merely watching a farce. Instead, they had become the joke.
The Arbitration Bureau's authority could not be challenged, and Mister could only swallow his resentment and agree to pay the compensation.
Mister was not the only one affected. Many companies that had followed the rumors and attacked Alt Corporation also suffered to varying degrees.
And what was Mr. Jonas, the man responsible for all this, doing?
-Paying off a debt.
Some said women were wolves at thirty and tigers at forty. Whether that saying came from experience or was simply made up remained unclear, but Miss Chelsea, still only in her early twenties, was already showing signs of such an appetite.
Few people in District 25 knew that the Nathen Conglomerate's chairwoman was only twenty-four... She was hardly old enough to be called a mature married woman, yet she already knew the frustration of one left alone in an empty bedroom.
Especially after