Chapter 415 The Harris Family's Demise
"Eliminate them."
Hearing those words, Atticus's entire body trembled. The Harris family was an elite family!
Yet Mrs. Anderson spoke of eliminating them so casually, as if discussing something utterly ordinary. Who else could possess such commanding presence?
'Truly worthy of being the Anderson family,' Atticus thought, his soul quaking with fear, shock, and respect.
"Xavier," Jade called out.
"Mrs. Anderson." Xavier entered the room, leaning on his dragon-headed cane.
"Find out which dynasty interfered with Noah's plans and helped the Harris family in Eastern Eagleland," Jade instructed.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Xavier nodded and left the room.
He returned moments later.
"Mrs. Anderson, we've identified them. It was the Marshall family," Xavier reported.
"The Marshall family? Cecil's clan?" Jade said coolly. "Call him. Tell him to be more careful about who he helps. Remind him that the four great dynasties could easily become three."
She continued without pause, "Also, instruct all banks in Eagleland to sever all ties with the Harris family. Cut off their economic lifelines. Simultaneously, have the relevant families in Riverton eliminate the Harris family."
"Within thirty minutes, I want the Harris family to cease existing."
"Yes, Mrs. Anderson!" Xavier immediately left to execute her orders.
'Thirty minutes,' Atticus thought, his mind reeling.
The Harris family had developed over a century. Countless generations had worked tirelessly to create one of Eastern Eagleland's three major elite families.
Yet in Jade's mouth, they would be eliminated in just thirty minutes.
Atticus could hardly believe it, but he was eager to see it happen.
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Meanwhile at the Harris Manor, the celebration continued. The family leaders were still toasting each other, faces flushed with alcohol and victory.
Suddenly, Isaac's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and paused with confusion. "Why is the Warren family calling me?"
The Warren family was based in Northern Eagleland, far from the eastern region. Like the Harris family, they were an elite family.
The two families maintained substantial business relationships—the Harris family's oil refineries sourced their crude from the Warren family's northern plains oilfields. The annual business between the two families amounted to billions.
"Mr. Warren," Isaac answered with a smile, assuming the call was to congratulate him on the Harris family's miraculous recovery.
"Mr. Harris, effective immediately, the Warren family's oilfields will no longer supply you. All business relations between our families are terminated."
The call ended abruptly.
Isaac stared at his phone in confusion. Before he could process what had happened, it rang again.
"The Ramos family from the Southwest?" Isaac's eyes flickered as he answered.
"Mr. Harris, this is Lon Ramos." The voice was ice-cold, carrying a slight Southwestern accent.
"Hello, Mr. Ramos!" Isaac maintained his smile. "What can I do for you?"
The Southwestern Ramos family was another elite family with extensive financial ties to the Harris family.
"I'm calling to inform you that the Ramos family is withdrawing from our joint banking venture. From this day forward, we will have no further cooperation."
"Withdraw? But Mr. Ramos, why would you—"
Isaac couldn't finish his sentence before the call disconnected.
His phone rang again almost immediately. In just ten minutes, Isaac received eight calls—all from elite families across Eagleland or major Harris family business partners.
With each call, his face grew increasingly pale.
None brought good news. Every call announced either terminated cooperation, suspended supply chains, or canceled distribution channels for Harris family products.
"Why is this happening?" Isaac stared vacantly, mumbling to himself.
"Without these partnerships, we have no adequate cash flow for financing. Without importers for raw materials, our factories can't operate. And even if we could produce goods, half our distribution channels have been cut."
"And our real estate operations—most construction materials come from the Southwest through exclusive channels at twenty percent below market rate. With those channels cut, where will the Harris family find new suppliers? And at what cost?"
The Harris family's power was built on a network of suppliers and distributors. These relationships formed the foundation of their strength, with both sides benefiting from stable, mutually profitable arrangements.
Losing one such connection would be manageable. But losing over half would be catastrophic—like a skyscraper suddenly losing half its foundation. Collapse was inevitable.
Suddenly, Isaac's phone rang again.
"It's Mr. Ward!" Isaac's eyes lit up as he quickly answered. "Mr. Ward, something terrible is happening to the Harris family—"
"Isaac, I need to tell you something," Carl interrupted flatly.
"Go ahead." Isaac swallowed his words, realizing his breach of etiquette.
"Take all the Harris family leadership and turn yourselves in at the police station," Carl's voice was cold. "Since we've known each other for years, I'll give you some advice: bring evidence of your crimes and confess voluntarily. You might get a reduced sentence."
"Otherwise, life imprisonment or even the death penalty are distinct possibilities."
The call ended.
"Turn ourselves in?" Isaac's eyes rolled back as he swayed, nearly fainting.
He felt as if the sky had collapsed. The news had just announced a billion-dollar fine. Now Mr. Ward was telling them to surrender to face criminal charges?
This could only mean the Harris family's destruction. And with all their business partners terminating relationships...
"Isaac, what's wrong?" Nathaniel asked, noticing Isaac's expression.
"Nothing." Isaac took a deep breath. He refused to believe the Harris family would perish—not while his father Griffin was still around.
With this thought, Isaac immediately called Griffin and explained everything that had just happened.
"What? This can't be," Griffin's shocked voice came through. "Give me a moment. I'll speak with Cecil."
The call ended. Clearly, this news had shaken Griffin's composure as well.
About five minutes later, Griffin called back.
"Isaac, it's over. The Harris family is finished," Griffin's voice carried despair and bitterness. "Cecil refused to see me. He only sent word that we've offended someone powerful, and this is the price we must pay."
"He said this powerful figure has decreed that the Harris family will be eliminated within thirty minutes."
"Thirty minutes to eliminate our family?" Isaac could hardly believe it.
Such a statement seemed outrageously arrogant. He struggled to imagine what kind of entity could make such a claim—to destroy an elite family in half an hour.
But in that moment, Isaac realized the Harris family was indeed doomed.
Business partnerships severed, leadership facing criminal charges, and their greatest trump card—the Marshall family—withdrawing support.
If this wasn't destruction, what was?
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