Chapter: 113

Having adeptly navigated Rozand's challenges, Miguel made his way into Osewood's headquarters without a hitch.

Although Alan had secured the trade secrets of the Hewitt Group tightly, Miguel pieced together his next moves from scattered hints.

Leveraging his position, Miguel began reaching out to a competitor of the Hewitt Group, promising his aid.

Their offers invariably undercut Hewitt Group's by 10%.

Miguel, feeling quite pleased with himself, was unaware that he was actually ensnared in a trap Alan had meticulously planned.

The project seemed like a promising venture on the surface, but in truth, it brimmed with complications. Just ironing out issues with the government would require half a year.

By that time, the value of the land would plummet.

Yet, for now, the land appeared immensely appealing.

Miguel poured substantial funds into the project, anticipating a shift in his status with the forthcoming bid results.

Alan, manipulating events from behind the scenes, proceeded with calculated patience, gradually tightening the grip around Miguel.

In Osewood, the air was thick with tension as everyone braced for the announcement of the bid winners.

Miguel and Liam Sinclair, the president of a competing firm, had secured the top floor at Heaven Club for their celebration.

“Mr. Hewitt, you really have an eye for opportunity. We're going to rake in the profits this time," Liam remarked.

"Thank you. Here's to our fruitful partnership!" Miguel responded, toasting with his glass.

The room erupted in cheers. Seated in his wheelchair, Miguel could barely contain his thrill.

It seemed only right on such a splendid day to drop by and see his beloved nephew.

Leaving the party early, Miguel made his way to the Hewitt Group building.

Alan was famous for his tireless work ethic, and sure enough, his office light was still on at this late hour. a testament to his commitment to their current project.

A smile of pride crossed Miguel's face as he maneuvered his wheelchair into the office. "Alan, caught up in work again?"

Alan looked up briefly but said nothing.

"You've steered Hewitt Group for a long time. Ever worry that someday all your hard work might just benefit someone else?" Miguel continued, his voice laden with implication as he hinted at his own forthcoming triumph.

“I'm not sure about that, but surely a cripple shouldn't be running Hewitt Group, right?" Alan shot back sharply.

Miguel's expression twisted into one of fury as he watched Alan from his wheelchair, his crippled legs a constant source of agony.

Alan was well aware of this sensitivity, and his words struck deep.