"She's here. Eva’s already on the third floor with the media team and legal staff."

Sandra walked briskly to catch up with William, who was adjusting his black suit in his private office. His expression didn’t change, but his fingers tightened as he fastened the final button.

"She wants to trap me in front of everyone," William muttered under his breath, his tone cold. "But she forgets… I’m not the obedient son I used to be."

Sandra looked at him, clearly uneasy.

"If you reject Eva at this press conference, your family shares could be stripped away. Your father’s already prepared the transfer of authority to the old board."

William...