Chapter 411 The Arrival of A Distinguished Guest
'Do I really have to go to my father? What will happen to my pride?' Isaac's eyes filled with despair as he contemplated the Harris family's dire situation.
National public opinion had spiraled beyond control. Mr. Ward wouldn't help—he could barely protect himself. The Moore and White families had declared war, and Noah refused to back down.
'At this rate, the Harris family could be destroyed within three days!' Isaac sensed their downfall was inevitable if things continued this way.
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Meanwhile, at the Eyfel Hotel restaurant, Tomas entered his office with a broad smile.
"Mr. Anderson, both the Moore and White families have held press conferences declaring war against the Harris family," he announced.
Noah rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "The Moore family's decision was expected, but I'm surprised York White agreed to this war."
"York is driven by profit," Tomas explained. "If the Harris family collapses, the White family will claim a significant portion of their abandoned interests. After hearing about the Moore family's declaration, he didn't hesitate to attack while they're down."
"Consider the potential gains—equivalent to ten or twenty years of development. Within thirty years, they could rise to become a top-tier family. That's why York was so decisive."
Noah nodded. "Now with public opinion, government pressure, and rival families all bearing down on them, the Harris family must be at their breaking point."
"I suspect by tomorrow, their stocks will plummet, wiping out market value. Workers will strike again. Simultaneously, the government will take action—public outrage is too strong to contain. They'll have to sacrifice the Harris family to appease the masses!" Tomas predicted confidently. "Within two days, the Harris family will be finished!"
He looked at Noah with admiration. Who could imagine that a dynasty that had flourished for over a century would be destroyed simply because they offended a young man?
"Mr. Anderson, your methods are truly exceptional. I'm in awe," Tomas said sincerely.
"This isn't just my achievement," Noah waved dismissively. "Behind it all was help from Mr. Savage, Bodhi, North, the Respect Noah Pavilion, and others. If it were just me alone trying to bring down the Harris family, it would be like an ant trying to shake a mighty tree."
"You're being too modest!" Tomas insisted. "There are many talented people in this world—Bodhi, the Respect Noah Pavilion, even myself—but few possess true leadership. You have that quality that inspires confidence."
"Your character and abilities have won my respect. In the future, you'll undoubtedly rise like a dragon, becoming someone who influences global affairs! You might even surpass your father, Mr. Dane Anderson!"
Noah just smiled slightly without further comment.
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Early the next morning at Silverlight City's industrial park, police tape cordoned off an area filled with over a thousand striking workers.
Their faces were gaunt, but their eyes burned with anger as they shouted:
"Down with the Harris family's exploitative factories!"
"Return our hard-earned money!"
Outside the police line stood heavily armed officers. The barricade opened as well-fed men in expensive suits were escorted out in handcuffs and loaded into police vehicles.
The government had finally taken action against the factory owners and managers who shared responsibility for the exploitative conditions.
"Good!" "Arrest them all!" The workers cheered as they watched their oppressors being taken away.
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Meanwhile, police cars surrounded the Harris Manor. In the past, hundreds would visit daily, bringing gifts and seeking favors.
Today, the estate stood eerily deserted.
Isaac sat alone in the grand hall, his eyes vacant. The entire hall was empty—Nathaniel, Rhett, Hawk, Otto, and all other core members of the Harris family had been detained.
None of them had clean records; finding evidence to convict them had been remarkably easy.
"It's over," Isaac murmured. "Overnight, we lost five hundred billion dollars in market value. Investors are pulling out, leaving us without liquid capital. Banks are calling in loans, workers demanding wages... Within a day, the Harris family will truly be bankrupt and destroyed."
His face was a mask of despair. His hair had turned white overnight, and he seemed to have aged thirty years in a single day.
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At Silverlight City International Airport, a row of officials stood waiting by the runway, led by a middle-aged man wearing glasses.
Though only in his forties, his hair was already graying, and his demeanor radiated the unique authority that comes from holding significant power.
Despite the cold wind blowing fiercely, every face showed nothing but respect, without a hint of impatience.
"Mr. Ward, the plane should arrive in approximately two minutes," said a secretary beside the middle-aged man.
"Good," Carl, the mayor of Silverlight City, straightened himself, checking his clothes to ensure nothing was out of place that might displease their important guest.
Behind him stood his core leadership team—his most trusted confidants.
A thunderous sound approached as a silver-white Boeing 747 private jet descended toward the airport.
"Our distinguished guest has arrived!" Carl's expression immediately turned solemn, and everyone behind him tensed, hardly daring to breathe.
After the plane landed smoothly, the cabin door slowly opened.
Tall men with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in suits and emanating a cold aura, emerged and formed a line. Their expressions were stern—bodyguards with penetrating gazes and a killer's instinct, the elite of the elite.
As they appeared, their deadly aura spread, causing Carl and his entourage to involuntarily shudder.
'One wrong move, and I might become a corpse in the next moment,' Carl thought, his expression growing even more respectful.
After the bodyguards took their positions, the sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed.
A woman with short, crisp hair appeared at the cabin door, wrinkles just beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. Behind her followed an elderly white-haired man leaning on a dragon-headed cane.
As she emerged from the cabin, she surveyed her surroundings, emanating an aura of someone who commanded the world.
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