Chapter 1926
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Since Lucas had already cut directly to the point, Lennon wasted no breath on formalities. His expression hardened. “Mr. Clark, I know that your wife was once pushed down a slope in the forest behind Mount Tuky.”
At those words, Lucas’ face darkened, his features sharpening with sudden gravity.
His eyes locked onto Lennon as he spoke in a low tone. “Go on. What else do you know?”
Lennon did not hesitate. “Your men have been investigating that incident, searching for the one who pushed her. Am I right?” He paused briefly, and before Lucas could respond, he added, “As it happens, I witnessed the whole thing. More than that—I filmed it on video.”
Lucas’ breathing grew heavier, his chest rising with contained fury.
His deep eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam flashing in them. By now, he already understood exactly why Lennon had come here.
In a voice low and controlled, he said, “Tell me. What do you want in exchange for that recording?”
The accident at Mount Tuky had taken place long ago, and only now did Lennon emerge, claiming he had a recording. Clearly, he intended to use it as a bargaining chip.
At Lucas’ words, Lennon’s lips curved into a smile.
Smart men were always the easiest to negotiate with.
“Here’s the situation, Mr. Clark. My company has just launched a new project, and we’re in need of investors. Perhaps you’d be interested?”
Without hesitation, Lucas replied, “I won’t invest in your project. Just tell me how much money you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
Though the Clark family wielded both wealth and power, he could not afford to invest recklessly, especially not on a minor, barely known company.
If he agreed to invest, Lennon would be able to wave the Triumph Consortium’s name and his reputation wherever he pleased.
And worse, if the project involved even a hint of shady dealings, he, as an investor, would be dragged down with it.
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At the bluntness of Lucas’ refusal—delivered without a flicker of hesitation—Lennon’s expression stiffened.
Money wasn’t what he was truly after. What he wanted was Lucas’ influence.
Just imagine—a small, obscure company like his getting Lucas as an investor. Wouldn’t that instantly make his company look dazzlingly promising in the eyes of outsiders?
Then, many people would be eager to collaborate with him.
That was the very reason Lennon had come.
But to his dismay, Lucas had refused him without a second thought.
Grinding his teeth, Lennon forced a smile and pressed on. “Mr. Clark, you haven’t even looked at our company’s project yet. Why don’t you—”
Lucas interjected sharply, “No need. I’m not interested.”
He cast Lennon a cold, sidelong glance. “When I say I won’t invest, I don’t change my mind. And I’m usually not very patient.”
The veiled threat in his tone sent a shiver racing down Lennon’s spine.
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