Chapter 596

Chapter 596:

Fraser hadn’t expected that Ashton too had decided to attend the bidding event. Seeing him there, Fraser sensed an opportunity—perhaps he wouldn’t need Red Jack’s intervention after all. Today, he could personally ensure Ashton’s downfall.

Fraser feigned deep concentration on the event but was covertly signaling his men. They had blended seamlessly among the hotel’s crowd, ready to strike on his command.

His plan was to unleash hell on the prestigious gathering at just the right moment.

Unbeknownst to Fraser, who had been intently watching Ashton from across the room, Ashton was also discreetly monitoring him.

Through his earpiece, Ashton was kept informed by his team about suspicious characters spotted around the venue, ready to take action against Fraser and his accomplices if they made any moves.

As the venue buzzed with the speeches of influential figures from various sectors in Staville, the project was outlined in detail, paving the way for a seamless progression of the bidding conference.

Representatives from multiple companies stepped up to the platform, each delivering their proposals with increasing vigor and enthusiasm, which infused the atmosphere with excitement.

While the platform was a hive of activity, a sinister plot was quietly being orchestrated behind the scenes.

Fraser watched closely, timing his potential strike, while Ashton remained equally vigilant, keeping a watchful eye on Fraser’s every gesture.

Two hours into the event, the schedule allowed for an intermission. It was at this point that waiters began to circulate offering refreshments to the attendees.

It was the perfect distraction. Fraser’s expression shifted to one of anticipation. He sensed an opportunity in this moment of lowered guard and readied himself to signal the commencement of the attack.

𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉: gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Just as Fraser was about to set his plan in motion, his phone buzzed urgently.

A quick glance at the message drained the color from his face, and he abruptly stood, striding out of the room.

Ashton, keenly observing Fraser, caught the flash of alarm in his eyes and his swift exit. He concluded that Fraser was on the verge of acting.

But as Ashton was about to alert his team to intercept them, an unexpected update halted him.

“Sir! We observed Fraser entering the restroom via the security cameras, and he remained inside for a long time. Something felt off, so we checked—the restroom’s empty. It looks like Fraser has slipped away!”

“Sir, the targets we’ve been monitoring are pulling back. It looks like they’re scrapping their plans!”

Ashton froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. The entire intermission had been his calculated move, carefully timed to pressure Fraser into making the next move. What could have made Fraser back down at this critical moment?

Then, like a spark in the dark, the realization hit him. “Someone on the inside must have warned Fraser about our plan! We have a mole!” he grumbled, his voice tight with anger.

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