Chapter 250 The Matter I Must Oversee

• In Cloymond, beside the moat.
• Esther sat alone on the verdant grass beside the gently rippling river, her gaze drifting aimlessly over the flowing waters. The persistent clamor of her phone was a mere whisper against the overwhelming weight of her thoughts, a silent rebellion against the invasion of her privacy. She didn’t need to glance at the screen to know the identity of the caller—it was the relentless group of opportunists determined to seize control of the Pearl Group.
• In recent days, her phone had been a relentless harbinger of distress. Initially, the callers had adopted a veneer of politeness and respect. But as her refusals accumulated, their tone had transformed dramatically. Their once courteous requests had mutated into veiled threats, warning her that defiance would leave her bereft of both power and fortune.