Chapter 324
Chapter 324:
Meanwhile, Bart had arrived at the Green Group building. The headquarters of Green Group wasn’t just a corporate hub; it was a symbol of power, wealth, and influence—a monument to those who ruled Efrery’s elite.
Aiden had been the most powerful man in the city, but Bart would soon overtake his place.
His leather shoes clicked against the marble floor as he walked toward the CEO’s private elevator, amplified by the eight bodyguards flanking him.
“Apologies, but this elevator is for the CEO only. Unauthorized individuals aren’t permitted to use it,” the security guard said, stepping in front of Bart to block his path.
Bart lit a cigar, tilted his head up, and blew a puff of smoke straight at the guard’s face. “It used to be Aiden’s. Now it’s mine.”
“I don’t get what you’re saying. But if you’re here to stir up trouble, I suggest you leave right now,” the guard replied, frowning and standing his ground.
Bart’s smirk grew colder. In an instant, the eight bodyguards pushed the guard aside.
Bart straightened his collar, took another puff from his cigar, and walked into the private elevator like he was the one in charge.
The elevator ride ended on the 19th floor—the conference room.
The room was crowded, filled with the shareholders of Green Group.
Their faces were tight with worry. Aiden’s long absence had everyone on edge, but no one dared to speak up about it.
Everyone present knew how ruthless Aiden could be. Anyone who crossed him would pay a steep price.
“George, where’s Aiden? Why hasn’t he shown up?” one of the shareholders asked, his brow furrowed.
George Parker, a middle-aged man with a bit of extra weight, looked uneasy. He dialed Aiden’s number again, but it still went to voicemail.
“Please, everyone stay calm. I’m sure Aiden is just busy with something important. Let’s give it a bit more time,” George said with a strained smile.
As Aiden’s trusted right-hand man and the company’s vice president, George was the go-between for Aiden and the shareholders.
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With George’s reassurances, the others had no choice but to swallow their frustration and wait it out.
Suddenly, the doors to the conference room flew open with a loud crash.
Everyone turned instinctively, expecting Aiden to walk in, but froze in shock when they saw who had entered.
“Bart?” George frowned, recognizing him. “What are you doing here?”
Bart didn’t reply. With a cigar hanging from his fingers, he confidently walked toward the head seat.
“Bart, stop!” George’s voice grew sharp as he realized what Bart was up to. “This isn’t the place for your nonsense.”
Bart turned, his eyes sweeping over the room, taking in everyone present. Without a word, he sat in the head chair. Crossing his long legs, he placed them on the conference table, his posture dripping with arrogance and defiance.
“Get this troublemaker out of here!” George shouted.
“Save your breath, George,” Bart replied with a mocking grin. “The people outside? My men took care of them. I’m in charge now.”
“Bart, are you out of your mind? Once Aiden shows up, you’re done for,” George warned, his voice icy.
“Ha-ha.” Bart’s laugh was sharp. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but he isn’t coming. He’s dead.”
His words dropped like a bomb, throwing the room into chaos.
“Aiden’s dead? That can’t be true!”
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