Chapter 87 Fiorello Gets His Revenge
With a trembling hand, Quixote wiped away her tears, clutching David's hand tightly. "David, my dear grandson," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion.A similar scene played out in Lily's eyes, her own heart twisting painfully. David had always held a special place in her heart, despite his reputation as a playboy within their social circle. He had a penchant for not turning away any beautiful woman who sought his attention, yet he had always seen Lily merely as a friend.This was why, whenever David was present, Lily, who was typically arrogant and domineering, would transform into a more subdued and compliant version of herself. She yearned to please David, but she had no control over him. Like at the Sercial Guild Hall, when David showed interest in Maggie, Lily could only look on, jealousy gnawing at her, powerless to intervene.David was the first to be ushered into the ward.
At that moment, the manager of the Sercial Guild Hall, Tim Edward, approached George. "Mr. Quixote, I am Tim Edward, the manager of Sercial Guild Hall. You can call me Tim," he said, offering his business card with a respectful bow. "I would like to apologize on behalf of the Sercial Guild Hall for the unfortunate incident involving Mr. Quixote. How is his condition?"George, however, did not accept the business card. He saw no reason to pay attention to a mere manager. He demanded sternly, "My son was assaulted at the Sercial Guild Hall. You must bear some responsibility for this. I am giving you one hour to find the person who attacked my son. If you fail, I will hold the Sercial Guild Hall accountable."Tim maintained a humble posture, responding, "Yes, it is indeed our responsibility at Sercial Guild Hall. Rest assured, Mr. Quixote, we will find the culprit as soon as possible."Meanwhile, Fiorello, wearing a mask, ascended the stairs. He went unnoticed, and Tim had yet to review the surveillance footage. Once they examined the footage and cross-checked the list of individuals who had entered the Sercial Guild Hall that day, they would identify the culprit.The Sercial Guild Hall operated on a membership system, implementing a real-name system for its members. This meant that anyone entering or leaving the hall was typically wealthy or influential. However, this did not guarantee that no one would enter with a fake membership card or be brought in by someone else."Not as soon as possible. I'm giving you exactly one hour. If you can't find the person, Sercial Guild Hall will face the consequences," George declared, leaving with old lady Quixote, his words echoing with authority.Upon seeing his son lying on the hospital bed, George's face hardened. Old Lady Quixote, on the other hand, was teary-eyed, anxiously remaining by his side.Suddenly, George's assistant rushed in from outside. "Mr. Quixote, something bad has happened to the Quixote Group. It's on the brink of collapse," he announced.The words "on the brink of collapse" hit George like a bolt of lightning on a clear day. He staggered, almost losing his balance. "Discuss it with me outside," he managed to say, leading the way to a secluded area.Once they were alone, his assistant spoke gravely, "Mr. Quixote, just twenty minutes ago, the Quixote Group collapsed. We're not sure who leaked the news. Investors have been pulling out, and the Quixote Group's stocks have been plummeting. It's unlikely that we will survive until tomorrow, and it looks like we won't be able to repay the bank debt this year as planned."The Quixote Group, a titan in the business world, was actually drowning in debt. Despite having assets worth billions, their liabilities were nearly as high. Companies required capital turnover and investors to stabilize their financial chain. The Quixote Group was teetering on the edge, with George maintaining a facade of stability. Once investors began to withdraw, it would be the end."Give me the computer," George demanded, his voice trembling. No matter how large a company was, it could be toppled overnight.As his assistant handed over the computer, George glanced at the stocks of various industries under the Quixote Group. The stocks were plunging, and his blood pressure was skyrocketing.Meanwhile, parked outside the hospital in a Rolls-Royce, Fiorello's slender fingers danced over a keyboard, typing a series of codes. He made several phone calls, determined to make the Quixote Group pay a heavy price.Beside him, William held a laptop displaying the stocks of the Quixote Group's industries. "Mr. Flores, it has begun. As soon as the stock market opens, the Quixote Group's assets will evaporate by at least forty billion," he informed Fiorello.Fiorello, however, remained calm and composed. "That's not enough," he replied, his voice icy.
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