Chapter 449:

In a Maybach, Jayden sat with a cigarette, smoke curling upwards. Tobin sat beside him, a black laptop resting on his lap. He typed rapidly, reporting, “Sir, the assassin who broke into your house last night was part of a foreign mercenary team. Their mission was to kill everyone in your household, including the dogs.”

He added, “They are incredibly ruthless.”

Jayden flicked ash from his cigarette and replied coolly, “Have you identified who hired them?”

Looking embarrassed, Tobin admitted, “No, sir. The killers said they only accepted the job and have no information about the client.”

Jayden took a long drag, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray. He said indifferently, “Inform their employer that I want to make a deal.”

Tobin, understanding Jayden’s plan, asked in surprise, “You intend to hire them yourself?”

Jayden nodded. “Yes. If the mastermind is so elusive, I won’t waste time searching. I’ll have those killers eliminate him.”

“Understood. I’ll arrange it immediately,” Tobin replied, pulling out his phone.

Jayden returned to his wheelchair and exited the car. He’d been summoned to the Owen Group again, puzzling considering yesterday’s meeting ended in conflict. They’d tried strong-arm tactics without success. What new approach could they possibly have?

Enzo’s assistant greeted Jayden upon entering the building. Jayden frowned. “Has my grandfather arrived?”

“Yes, he’s been waiting for you. Please follow me upstairs.”

Jayden took the elevator to the chairman’s office. He found Enzo, in a black suit, casually sipping coffee. Enzo glanced at Jayden and asked bluntly, “What’s this about?”

Enzo’s eyes held a mix of emotions, which Jayden sensed before Enzo masked them.

“Come here, Jayden,” Enzo said, indicating the space beside him. “I want to talk.”

Jayden approached. “Get to the point.”

Enzo studied him. “Did you sleep well last night?”

Jayden grew alert. Last night’s events were tightly controlled; this shouldn't have leaked. Did his grandfather somehow know?

Jayden answered cautiously, “Yes.”

Enzo slammed the table. “How can you sleep! The shareholders were furious yesterday because of you. Are you trying to destroy the Owen Group?”

Jayden’s eyes showed doubt. His grandfather seemed genuinely angry about the shareholders’ meeting. Had last night’s assassination been unrelated?

Jayden responded cautiously, “The general shareholders’ meeting isn't my responsibility. You can’t blame me.”

Enzo continued to pound the desk, then stated his point: he wanted the Bayzee Group to be a key player in expanding the Owen Group’s overseas market, but Jayden refused.

Enzo pressed, “Are you absolutely refusing?”

Jayden responded firmly, “I’ve invested everything in the Bayzee Group. I’ve left the Owen Group. You can have everything.” He tapped the desk. “Do you plan to forcibly annex my business?”

Enzo, stern, stood. “That’s enough. Since your car accident, you’ve been useless to the Owen Group. Go back and don’t show your face again.”

“Fine,” Jayden replied, leaving without another word.

In the lobby, Jayden saw Corrie grabbing a woman’s collar. “Shame on you! Brook is my man! Who are you to come looking for him? My father will have you deported.”

Lennie Walsh, the woman, responded weakly, “Brook asked me to come. He said he missed me.”

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