Chapter 811 The Prelude to the End

The attack came without warning, a financial blitzkrieg that struck the heart of Yeringham’s business district. At the top floor of the Terence Group skyscraper, the atmosphere, usually one of confident ambition, had curdled into one of barely suppressed panic. “The stock is in freefall, Ms. Quillen! We’ve dropped twelve percent in under twenty minutes!” a senior analyst exclaimed, his face pale, sweat beading on his forehead. The large screens that dominated the boardroom wall were...