Xena's move was a lifeline for Eliza. Even if she lost her shares today, an outside buyer stood ready—someone who could help her profit massively from Qingfeng Group stock. But this spelled trouble for Hakan.
Last night, he'd talked with Eliza. If Elton Leng insisted on selling his shares, holding onto hers made little sense. Qingfeng's decisions weren't set in stone—just shareholder opinions. And Hakan couldn't predict, interfere, or control the company's next moves. Transferring all shares to him had seemed inevitable: she'd get a cash windfall to start her own venture.
Hakan thought he had Eliza in his pocket, ready to lowball her and Elton for their shares. Now a wildcard had entered the game. He didn't want the Xu family meddling. Their involvement spoke volumes. The Xus weren't the Lengs. If these powerful, wealthy players truly decided to compete, things would get messy.
For Hakan, the priorities were clear: first, buy Eliza's shares at rock-bottom prices. Second, block the Xus from acquiring too much Qingfeng stock.
Xena retreated to the VIP lounge, a sealed-off space accessible only to staff. One of Hakan's secretaries stationed herself nearby, keeping a close watch.
Negotiations dragged on. Eliza began to waver. Fyren officially transferred all his shares to her, signed the contract, and notarized the deal. The four-way standoff had become a three-way rivalry. But Elton Leng seemed dead-set on selling his entire stake to Hakan.
The interaction between Eliza and her father was all business—no father-daughter banter, no pretense. Fyren leaned in. "Look at your dad. Doesn't he seem... off?"
"I noticed. He's been acting strange."
Fyren nodded. "Sabotage them."
Eliza stood. "I move that the board grant shareholders private time to discuss transactions. Once deals are finalized, we'll reconvene in the main chamber for notarization."
The room fell silent, everyone calculating their interests. Hakan narrowed his eyes, knowing Eliza wanted to meet Xena. "I object! All contracts must be signed here, now."
"Then I withdraw from the meeting. Notify me when you have a result."
Hakan shot to his feet. "Eliza! What game are you playing? Think you're untouchable with the Xus backing you?"
Eliza looked at him, calm as ice. "Yes."
Hakan froze. He'd expected a lie, not a blunt admission. His secretary whispered urgently: "Don't let her leave. If she goes, she'll cut a deal with the Xus for sure."
Hakan thought for a moment: "Fine, I agree to Eliza's proposal. Besides, I also need to have a private talk with her."
The meeting quickly arranged several sub-conference rooms, and all parties withdrew to their respective negotiation areas.
Hakan loosened his tie irritably: "Damn Xena, she's thrown a wrench in the works! I dealt with the Leng family, and now the Xu family is next!"
The secretary said gravely, "Elton Leng seems fully committed to the share transfer. Hakan, you should secure Eliza first. Once the Xu family gets involved, things will get very complicated."
"I know!" Hakan grumbled, striding to the door of Eliza's negotiation room. The secretary knocked, and several people entered the room.
"Eliza, hahaha, don't be ridiculous! We agreed on this over the phone yesterday!"
"As long as the contract isn't signed, I reserve the right to change my mind."
"Fine!" Hakan said, "I wonder what favorable terms the Xu family offered to make you so eager?" ...
Eliza and Hakan launched into negotiations. Hakan had to undercut Xena's offer and win over Eliza, and both sides were locked in a tough battle.
Meanwhile, Otto, Sherry, and Sabrina stayed close to Elton Leng.
Elton Leng stroked Sabrina's hand: "Sabrina, you're so beautiful."
Sabrina smiled faintly: "Really?"
"Well, when I sell Qianfeng and get the money, we'll travel the world! My money is enough for us to live on for a lifetime. We'll go to Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Ukraine... Anywhere we want."
Otto was extremely weak: "Sabrina."
Sabrina pressed gently on Elton Leng's neck, and he gradually fell asleep.
Otto said: "Go, keep an eye on Hakan. This matter must not go wrong."
"Yes, I understand."
Sabrina turned and went out.
Sherry said: "Young lord, are you worried that Eliza will cause trouble?"
"I'm not sure yet. It could be Eliza or Xena. These two women are too cunning."
Just then, with the office door half-open, a figure appeared and stood at the door, whispering to Fyren.
Otto glared: "Copper King!"
Sherry immediately flew into a rage. Copper King was the villain who had seriously injured Otto!
Thinking of how Otto had been beaten to a pulp by Copper King, Sherry ground her teeth in hatred.
She strode to the door and pulled it open. Copper King instinctively turned his head, and the two faced each other.
Sherry seethed: "Copper King, I've finally found you!"
Copper King whirled around and fled like a rabbit. Sherry immediately gave chase.
Otto sensed danger: "Sherry! Don't chase after him!"
Otto was beside himself with frustration.
Sherry was so mindless. Now there was no one around to protect him! ?
He hurriedly called out: "Silver King! Come up quickly and protect me!"
At that moment, Fyren walked in with a smile, closing the door behind him: "Brother, you look great. Just now in the meeting room, your presence was truly impressive!"
Otto frowned: "What are you up to now?"
"I'm not up to anything!" Fyren laughed: "Since we became sworn brothers, we haven't had a chance to have a drink together. How about it? Once today's events are over, you must have made a fortune. Let's have a drink to celebrate!"
Otto sneered: "Alright, we can also talk about the future cooperation between Qingfeng Group and Dasheng Group."
"Ha ha ha!" Fyren laughed heartily, and Chloe entered from outside, carrying a bottle of wine.
She gave Otto a gentle smile: "Otto."
Otto narrowed his eyes. "You... are you and Fyren a thing?"
Chloe blushed and nodded. "Otto, I heard you and Fyren are sworn brothers. Taking that oath... Chloe is so happy. I hope you two will stay as close as brothers, sharing every triumph."
She obediently uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses.
Otto seethed inwardly. Chloe—his dream secretary, the goddess on his private roster—had fallen for Fyren first!
As Chloe turned to leave, Fyren yanked her into his lap. "Where's the rush? My brother's not a stranger."
"Fyren, you cad! Let Otto see how you're embarrassing me!"
"Naughty thing! You should've seen him earlier—claimed he'd teach me martial arts, but first had to reforge my bones and shatter my tendons! Can you believe that? Brother, you look pale—you okay?"
"Fine," Otto snapped.
"Good to hear." Fyren swirled his wine, tracing Chloe's waist with his other hand. She flushed scarlet, unable to meet Otto's gaze.
"You have no idea how addled Master is! He forced me into it. I said, 'Master, I don't want to be a martial master—let me go!' He called me talentless, said I was rotten mud. Maybe I am, but I just want to make money and be free."
Fyren eyed Otto. "Master keeps praising you—says you're a martial prodigy, gifted beyond measure. I told him, 'Master, focus on my senior brother! He's the one who should reforge his bones and become an ancient martial arts master! My body would waste that recovery potion.' You deserve Master's full attention, brother."
"So it was you!" Otto snarled. "You tricked me!"
"Brother! How is this trickery? Reforging tendons elevates cultivation. Weren't you at Central Quadportal? To reach Upper Quadportal, you must—"
"Dammit! I was Upper Quadportal! A frontier battle drained my essence, so I regressed! All I needed—" Otto coughed violently.
He couldn't lose his temper now—but he couldn't help it!
Fury surged. Fyren and that old man had conspired against him!
Fyren pushed Chloe aside and approached Otto, prying the wine glass from his hand. "You shouldn't be drinking now. Go change into fresh clothes, have a proper lunch, and listen to some upbeat music. Brother, that super recovery potion is a rare treasure—you need to let its power settle. With your talent, you'll surely break through like a dragon ascending to the sky."
Otto clutched his chest, eyes bloodshot with rage:
"Heh... heh... heh... heh... heh...
Fyren gaped, utterly unprepared for this. A snort escaped him, followed by uncontrollable laughter.
One seethed with fury, the other couldn't stifle his amusement—both were utterly drained. And their states fed each other: the more Fyren tried to hold back, the angrier Otto grew; the angrier Otto got, the harder Fyren laughed.
Finally, Fyren cracked, laughing till tears streamed down his face. "Master was hilarious! He broke my bones without the recovery potion and ran off... HAHAHAHAHA!"
At the sight of Fyren's hysterics, Otto's last thread of control snapped. He doubled over, spitting a mouthful of blood.