Chapter 643
Sienna pressed her advantage, taking a step forward. “I hold the executive rights to the Sterling assets, and the old man’s proxy is crystal clear. Anyone who touches me is stealing directly from the Sterling accounts p>
She pulled the integration proposal from her bag and held it up, tapping it against her hand.
“I brought the proposal. As soon as we find Maloney, this meeting can commence. Do you all want to head inside and talk business now? Or do you want to keep blocking this hallway until I pull the security footage and have the police haul you in one by one for an interrogation p>
The crowd gradually splintered into two distinct factions.
One side hesitated, murmuring among themselves that perhaps there was more to the story.
But the other side, a group of power-hungry board veterans, fiercely clung to the notion that all evidence pointed to Sienna, insisting she was the mastermind behind it all.
As the two sides argued, the once-unified front completely fractured, leaving everyone on edge.
Just as uncertainty took hold, an aggressively provocative shout erupted from the back of the crowd.
“Don’t let her sweet talk divide us! Listen to her—she’s just trying to muddy the waters! We are the Sterlings, and she is an outsider holding our family’s lifeline by the throat. Now that Maloney is missing, she’s desperate to save her own skin, and you’re all standing here asking her for evidence p>
Those words acted like a spark in a powder keg.
The few who had been hesitating instantly hardened their expressions.
“Exactly! The Sterlings have never faced this kind of catastrophe before, yet the second she takes over, disaster strikes p>
“By the time the police find the Flight Data Recorder, she’ll have already cleared out our accounts and fled p>
“Restrain her! Don’t let her get away p>
Before the echoes of the shouts even faded, over a dozen men surged toward Sienna, reaching out to grab her and physically force her into submission.
Trapped in the center of the mob, Sienna’s gaze turned somber as her fingers slipped discreetly into her bag, preparing to pull out her pocket watch p>
The very next second.
“Crash p>
A deafening explosion of sound erupted from behind them.
The conference room doors were violently kicked open from the outside.
The doorframe shuddered as a biting gust of wind, heavy with a lethal, predatory hostility, instantly flooded the room.
The moment the crowd whipped around in panic, a tall, imposing figure blurred past them like a storm, appearing in the center of the mob in the blink of an eye.
No one could even track his movements before a sickening, muffled thud echoed through the air.
The shareholder who had charged to the front, reaching out to grab Sienna.
He was brutally kicked across the room, slamming violently into the corner wall before crumpling to the floor.
He curled into a fetal position, paralyzed by the agonizing pain and instantly incapacitated.
Before the rest of the mob could recover from their terror, the brutal sound of knuckles connecting with flesh rang out again.
Every strike was ruthless, precise, and breathtakingly fast.
The directors who had lunged forward next didn’t even have a chance to react before they were all laid out on the ground.
The entire onslaught took less than five seconds.
The chaotic, surging mob was completely neutralized by a single, formidable man.
Sienna looked up.
Her gaze cut through the panicked, scattering crowd and settled steadily on the man standing in front of her.
Jarred wore a tailored black suit, his posture impeccably straight and dominant.
A violent fury still radiated from him, his features shadowed with a dark, terrifying intensity that commanded absolute submission.
He looked like a god of war stepping out of the shadows, planting himself firmly to shield her completely from the chaos.
His right fist hung at his side, a smear of blood staining his knuckles—though it was impossible to tell whose it was.
The remaining board members were utterly paralyzed by his sheer brutality, their faces pale with naked fear.
They subconsciously stumbled backward, not a single one of them daring to take another step forward.
The massive conference room plunged into a suffocating, dead silence.
Having eliminated every immediate threat, the murderous aura rolling off Jarred vanished in an instant.