Chapter 1172:

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Was this just about wrecking the expo, or was there a bigger game at play—one meant to shake both the Todd and Sullivan families?

It was clear now. The Ellis family wasn’t just stirring trouble. They wanted more. Charlee exhaled sharply, frustration flickering in her eyes. No matter how she turned it over in her mind, their endgame remained elusive. Then, a memory surfaced—Cordell calling Marc away earlier.

A small crease formed between her brows as she glanced at Marc, curiosity in her gaze.

“Marc, you were upstairs with Cordell earlier. What exactly did he say to you?”

Marc let out a slow breath.

The artificial nerve wasn’t something he could bring up—not yet.

He didn’t want Charlee to worry about him.

After a brief pause, he decided to strip the conversation down to what he could reveal.

“The Ellis family wants a stake in this partnership. Cordell wanted fifty percent of the slots in the new drug collaboration between the Haynes and Lopez families.”

A stunned silence settled over the room.

The Ellis family’s greed knew no bounds.

Marc’s gaze turned sharp. “And somehow, Cordell already knows the slots have been pre-assigned to the Todd and Sullivan families. That information should’ve been locked within our inner circle. Unless…” He didn’t need to finish. The implication was crystal clear.

A traitor.

Liam’s eyes went wide—not in fury this time, but sheer disbelief. “Hold on—what did you just say? Pre-assigned slots?!” He jabbed a finger at himself, looking downright offended. “When the hell did this happen? And why was I left in the dark?”

No wonder Charlee and Marc had been so composed earlier.

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While he’d been at the negotiating table, thinking he was fighting for something, the deal had already been sealed behind closed doors.

The realization hit him hard. His jaw clenched as a wave of frustration crashed over him. He felt played.

Liam was so furious that his breath hitched, his face clouding over like a storm about to break. But what could he do?

Throwing a fit wouldn’t change anything. He had no choice but to swallow the bitter pill.

Phil chose that moment to speak, his tone steady.

“I only managed to get internal approval from the Lopez Group and the Haynes family yesterday to prioritize the Sullivan and Todd families. The fact that Cordell got wind of it so fast is… troubling.” His expression darkened.

“If we start searching for a mole now, the suspect pool will be too wide. It won’t be an easy task.”

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