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    However, the conflict was certainly not caused by Hector alone.


    Dane is not innocent here.


    But when things went south, Dane killed Hector.


    Isn’t Dane too brutal? It’s best to stay away frompanies like his.”


    “I am an employee of Johns Group, and I’ve been with thepany for over ten years.


    Dane is truly a wise and calm leader.


    I don’t believe he would act so irrationally, especially since the stamp is invalid and this incident didn’t affect thepany at all.”


    “This incident didn’t affect thepany at all? How can you say that? The internal conflict has already caused significant losses for the partnerpany.


    After this, who would dare coborate with the Johns Group?”


    “Look at this photo! The media isn’t exaggerating—Hector is gone! I saw him being carried out of the hospital, lifeless, while Dane walked away in the opposite direction.


    Both of them were drenched in blood!” Aizen shared an image, which corroborated their ims.


    The chilling scene sent shivers through anyone who stumbled upon itte that night.


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    “This is horrific! Someone needs to call the police and get Dane arrested.


    Being rich doesn’t mean he can act like he’s above thew!”


    “I can’t believe it.


    Who would ever want to do business with hispany?”


    “This is truly frightening!”


    “Hold on! It’s just a photo.


    How does that prove Dane killed Hector? Don’t jump to conclusions!”


    At the airport, Colson scrolled through the heated onlinements with a satisfied smirk.


    Everything was falling into ce.


    The Johns Group was teetering on the edge of ruin, exactly as nned.


    After a grueling four-hour flight, Colson arrived in Aswil.


    He paused on the tarmac, closing his eyes as he breathed in the cool night air.


    The familiar scent of his homnd filled his lungs, invigorating him.


    Despite thete hour, he headed directly to thepany headquarters.


    The building was alive with light, and his team was waiting anxiously for his return.


    As he entered, the secretary hurried to meet him.


    “Mr.Gray,


    “Mrs. Ynda Wilson is waiting for you in your office,” she informed, her toneced with urgency.


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