Chapter 688 Backing Off

Dominic tightened his fists until his knuckles turned white. His voice cracked with emotion as he said, “But gentlemen, I still want to try.”

“You idiot!”

The old men who had spoken with warmth just minutes ago lashed out with sudden fury.

Dominic stiffened. The words he wanted to say vanished from his tongue.

“Do you even realize what you are saying? Crown Group has been planning this strike for years. Russell was dragged into a scandal that shook the market to its core. We failed to notice the public shares being snatched away right under our noses. We are already too far behind. This fight is finished.

“To charge forward now is nothing but reckless bravery with no thought behind it. Do you want Russell to come back and see nothing but a mountain of debt crushing this family? That would bury us forever. If you waste everything here, you will never rise again. But if you protect what little remains and endure, there will be a day when Jenson Group can be reclaimed.

“Do not forget your father’s hopes, and do not forget ours. Even if Jenson Group is gone today, you still have the strength to rebuild elsewhere, somewhere Crown Group cannot reach. If you choose to act so foolishly, then you will truly disgrace yourself.”

Dominic bowed his head, his lips trembling. “Gentlemen… I am sorry. I understand.”

He bit down so hard that his mouth filled with blood.

The metallic taste spread across his tongue, and shame tore through him like fire.

He had given everything. He had believed he was chosen for greatness.

He thought he was strong enough to carry it all.

Yet the enemy had already sunk into their core while he stood blind, realizing only when it was far too late.

This was not just defeat. This was total ruin.

Malcom’s schemes were filthy and cruel, but none of that mattered.

Crown Group had found the weak point, and Jenson Group was shattered.

In the business world, fairness does not exist.

There are only winners and losers.

The winners shape the rules and decide the truth.

The losers have no voice. They can only crawl away and disappear.

The Jensons were the losers.

Still, Dominic walked into the shareholders‘ meeting.

He forced his shoulders straight and his voice steady, shaping himself into a man who could turn the tide alone. With the help of his uncles, he calmed the panic in the room and steadied the investors‘ trust.

Questions rose about Russell’s bribery case.

Dominic dodged with careful words, saying little, leaving the decision to the courts.

But he knew deep inside that nothing could stop Crown Group from swallowing them whole.

Some of the shareholders in that very room had already been bought. Shares were slipping out of their hands.

If he tried to hold Jenson Group at any cost, Crown Group could simply walk away and sell.

The Jensons would be forced to buy those shares at prices beyond reason. Dominic would have no choice but to accept.

And even if Jenson Group survived, it would be nothing but a hollow shell drowning in debt.

Crown Group would leave richer than ever.

When the meeting ended, Dominic and his elders counted what scraps they could save before the company fell apart.

They confirmed the sum and prepared to cut free before the collapse dragged them down.

Once it was finished, Dominic rushed to the hospital.

Justin and the others were standing outside Blair’s room. The moment they saw him, their voices burst out. “Dominic!”

Dominic’s chest tightened. “How is Mom?”

“The doctors are still inside. She can open her eyes now, but she cannot speak yet. It is still a blessing. It is more than we hoped for.”

They had waited on the edge of despair.

For Blair to wake from her coma so soon was nothing short of a miracle.

Dominic finally breathed out, his shoulders loosening. “That is good. Justin, when Mom is strong enough, get everything ready. I already made arrangements. By the day after tomorrow at the latest, you will leave for Motrar to find Uncle Blaise.”

“So soon? Dominic… does this mean something happened at the company?”

“We walked right into their trap. After I thought it through, there was only one path left. We have to let go of Jenson Group. Once we gather strength in Motrar, we will return to Cetherland and take it back.”

They were losing the company.

His words sank heavy into the air, and Justin’s eyes dimmed like a flame smothered in ash.

They had feared this day might come, but hearing it said aloud tore at them.

Jenson Group was Russell and Blair’s creation. It was their pride, the heart of the family. They believed it would last for a lifetime.

Now, in a single blow, it was gone.