Chapter 639 The Silent Takeover
Zenobia didn't notice the storm brewing on Samuel's face. She was still pushing for marriage.
His voice was flat, cold as steel. "Get out of the car."
She blinked, stunned.
Samuel turned his head, eyes like ice. SamZen Tech was the foundation of everything he had built. If the company fell, years of work would go up in smoke. There was no room in his mind for romance now.
Zenobia finally understood. Anger flared in her chest, but she swallowed it down. For the sake of her future, she softened her tone. "Is it the company? If something's wrong, I'll stay with you."
Samuel let out a short, bitter laugh. "And what exactly would you do?"
Her eyes shimmered, but she held back the tears. Gathering her gown, she stepped out of the car. The moment her heels touched the pavement, the black Bentley roared away, leaving her in the empty parking lot.
She stood there, caught between a laugh and a sob. In that moment, she knew the truth—Samuel didn't love her. Not even a little.
Maybe once, in their youth, he had. But now his heart belonged to power, to wealth… and to Taylor, whether he admitted it or not.
It didn't matter. She could live without his love. She could live without knowing who he loved. What mattered was that he was willing to keep her, to one day make her Mrs. Collins.
So she endured. But she would not be humiliated.
When the tinted window of a luxury SUV slid down and a man in his forties beckoned to her, she gave him a slow, knowing smile. Without hesitation, she crossed the lot and slipped into the passenger seat.
Minutes later, the black Range Rover rocked in a steady rhythm. Shadows moved against the fogged glass.
When it was over, Zenobia felt lighter. They exchanged numbers, lingered in each other's arms a while longer, and then she stepped out, adjusting her gown.
Meanwhile, Samuel arrived at the SamZen Tech headquarters.
Quentin was already waiting in the lobby. She fell into step beside him, her voice urgent. "According to the analysts, someone's been manipulating our stock price. The way they're doing it doesn't even maximize profit—they're leaving money on the table."
Samuel pressed the elevator button. "Do we know who's holding those shares?"
Quentin hesitated. "Looks like they're using a proxy."
He stepped into the elevator, thinking fast. "It's Avery. In Evergreen City, there aren't many people who can put eighty billion dollars in cash on the table. I thought it was a lifeline, but now… this is a strike. And if it's Avery, then Taylor's behind it."
The moment the doors opened, he called Avery.
When Avery heard his accusation, he laughed, low and sharp. "Samuel, have you lost your mind? Ever since you started seeing that Zenobia woman, your IQ's been circling the drain."
He sneered, "What the hell makes you think it's me? There's no shortage of rich men in Evergreen City. Stop acting like your money's worth more than it is. Some of these people could burn what you have twice over just for fun. You're out of your league."
Samuel and Avery had never liked each other, but he knew the man well enough. If Avery said it wasn't him, then it wasn't him.
Which left one question—who the hell would burn eighty billion just to take Samuel down?
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