Chapter 305

Meanwhile, at the Mainland Division of Sandalwood Group, Tristan was lounging with a heavily made-up actress, basking in the thrill of his latest victory. He had already given orders to ensure the complete destruction of Drakengard Games. This woman was not his fiancée, Olivia, but a well-known celebrity, Ava Kensington. She had striking features and an alluring figure, yet in Tristan's presence, she behaved like a docile kitten, peeling grapes and feeding them to him. Power and influence could tame even the proudest of women.

After listening to his subordinates' report on the suppression of Drakengard Games, Tristan nodded in satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with cruelty.

"Dare to go against me? I'll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death! First, I'll cripple you, then send you straight to hell!"

As a financial juggernaut, Sandalwood Group had the power to manipulate markets at will. They coerced and bribed major mobile manufacturers and game platforms to remove Drakengard Games' products, compensating them generously for their losses. With that, Drakengard Games was pushed to the brink of annihilation.

Having effortlessly dealt with Drakengard Games, Tristan once again relished the immense benefits of power. He felt like a sovereign ruler, controlling the fate of others at his whim.

Once his subordinates had left, Ava blinked curiously and asked, "Why go to such lengths to destroy Drakengard Games? Their games are quite good."

Tristan's expression turned icy. "They crossed me. That alone is reason enough."

Ava nodded with a hint of regret. Drakengard Games might have been impressive, but having offended this influential heir, their fate was sealed.

Just then, Tristan's phone rang. It was his uncle, Quintis.

Upon answering, Quintis' authoritative voice came through. "Tristan, come to the top floor."

Tristan dared not delay. He pushed Ava aside, straightened his attire, and took the private elevator to the top floor.

On his way up, employees looked at him with a mix of reverence and awe. The more attractive female staff even threw him suggestive glances, barely stopping short of throwing themselves at him. Any woman who gained his favor would see her status rise overnight.

Arriving at the top floor, he saw Olivia and Emily conversing in the lounge, while Quintis was in the study, sipping coffee.

Tristan strode directly into the study, noting the solemn expression on Quintis' face.

Feeling a twinge of nervousness, Tristan greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."

No matter how powerful Tristan was outside, Quintis remained a looming presence over him.

Quintis gave him a measured look and asked, "I heard you've been orchestrating a full-scale suppression of Drakengard Games?"

Tristan was startled that his uncle even knew about such a minor affair, but he nodded in admission. "Yes." This text is hosted at find✦novel.net

Quintis' voice remained calm yet carried weight. "That company is young and promising, and they've done nothing to warrant such treatment. I've always taught you-never cut off someone's livelihood. Even the smallest sapling might one day grow into a towering tree."

His tone grew sterner towards the end.

Drakengard Games might have been a small company, but Quintis operated with the philosophy of making more friends than enemies. If Drakengard Games ever rose to prominence, it could become a formidable opponent to Sandalwood Group.

Moreover, he despised Tristan's reliance on family power to bully others. If he continued making enemies recklessly, how could he ever be entrusted with the family empire.

Tristan hastily defended himself, "They insulted me, Uncle. You have no idea how aggressive they were..."

He attempted to feign deep grievance, but Quintis swiftly cut him off.

"And that justifies pushing them to ruin? Making an irreconcilable enemy? Cutting

off someone's means of survival and destroying their dreams is akin to taking their parents' lives—it's an act of cruelty. Always leave room for retreat.

"Besides, I've looked into the matter. This all started because of you. You

provoked them first, and they merely retaliated. If anyone is at fault, it's you."