Chapter 1110:

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Basking in a rush of newfound dominance, Vera lifted the transfer agreement high above her head and declared to the gathered elites, “I, Vera Oliver, am now the largest shareholder of Jones Group! I hereby declare Vincent Jones removed from his position as CEO of Jones Group, a role I will personally assume. From this moment forward, all business matters should go through me first!”

To her, Vincent no longer resembled the towering figure he once was; instead, he looked like a discarded puppet, stripped of purpose. He had become nothing more than a tool she was ready to throw aside.

Meanwhile, Colden lingered just behind Vera, his gaze fixed on the confident woman on stage—admiration burning alongside a sense of shared victory.

Seated calmly, Vincent showed no reaction as Vera announced his removal. A slight lift of his brow was all he offered, a trace of mockery flickering across his otherwise unreadable eyes. Vera’s hunger for power, he acknowledged inwardly, stretched farther than even he had imagined. Yet anyone climbing so recklessly would eventually face a fall that showed no mercy.

Moments later, the hall erupted with murmurs of disbelief.

“Is this really happening?”

“She’s grabbing power in front of everyone. Has she lost her sanity?”

“Is Jones Group seriously changing owners just like that?”

A𝗰ti𝗏e c𝗈𝗺𝗺𝘂ո𝘪𝘵y 𝗈n 𝘨𝗮l𝗇о𝘃е𝘭𝘀.c𝗈𝗺

“Did Mr. Jones truly sign such an agreement and hand over every share?”

Danica swayed where she stood, the weight of the revelation nearly knocking her unconscious. Fighting desperately against those restraining her, she pointed at Vera, her voice hoarse and trembling. “You wicked woman! Vera, you deceitful witch! You tricked my son out of his shares and stole his entire company. I misjudged you completely! Give Jones Group back! Return it right now!”

“Quiet!” Vera snapped, spinning around, her stare filled with disdain. “You have no authority to speak here. Colden!”

Colden motioned to the bodyguards, who covered Danica’s mouth and dragged her away despite her frantic thrashing.

Once Danica was gone, Vera let her gaze sweep over the guests, savoring the rush of absolute control. “Beginning today,” she announced slowly, each syllable crisp, “Jones Group will officially be renamed Oliver Group.”

The declaration struck the hall like thunder, leaving the guests reeling. A name change—an act that meant wiping out the Jones family’s legacy entirely, leaving not even a trace behind.

Yet in the face of overwhelming authority, doubt and dissatisfaction were smothered almost instantly.

Across the hall, several businessmen with long-standing ties to Jones Group traded quick, calculating glances, already weighing the benefits of allying themselves with Vera. As Vera took in the subdued, speechless crowd, a swelling surge of victory rose in her chest.

But that moment shattered when Hannah’s voice cut across the hall from the far corner. “I’m afraid you don’t have that authority.”

With measured steps, Hannah advanced until she stood at the very center of the banquet hall.

At the sight of her, Vera’s confident smile froze like glass struck by sudden frost.

“Colden!” Vera screeched, fury spiking through her voice. “Why is she here? Didn’t you promise that no unauthorized or unwelcome person would get inside?”

Colden blanched, cold sweat sliding down his neck as he bowed hastily. “My apologies. It was my lapse. I’ll resolve it at once!”

Without wasting a second, he shot a sharp glance at the two bodyguards nearest to Hannah.

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