Chapter 1038 No Point in Seeking Mercy
At this moment, Declan’s unease reached its peak. He couldn’t allow things to spiral
further out of control.
Desperately, he remembered his emotionally significant “family” once again.
He looked to the side. “Fabian, how could I possibly have the power to make
decisions about the company? I don’t even qualify to attend the shareholders‘ meetings, let alone incite anyone.
“Do you have some misunderstandings about me? I did help Shane a bit, but that
was because he came to me. I didn’t want to see you two fall apart.”
Shane, foolish as ever, jumped in. “Dad, it’s not Uncle Declan’s fault. It’s mine! All along, you’ve been the undisputed authority in the company. In your eyes, I’m just a
worthless waste.
“You never even gave me a chance to prove myself. I had no choice but to seek Uncle Declan’s help. These shareholders acted on my instructions.”
Fabian didn’t even want to look at him. Was this really his son?
“Mr. Shane, you’re overestimating yourself.” Since Fabian didn’t want to speak, Wynter took over. “Each and every one of these shareholders is more competent than you. Why should they listen to you?”
The sudden compliment left the crowd momentarily pleased. However, when they
saw Declan glaring at them, they realized this was not a good thing.
Wynter had clearly known all along who was truly behind them. What else did she
know?
The shareholders exchanged nervous glances while cold sweat ran down their
backs. After all, they had done many things after investing in the Quinnell family.
Wynter had no time to deal with them now. She turned her gaze to Kolton. “Mr.
Pennington, please start the ritual to prove my great–uncle’s innocence. He only
trusts you for this task.”
Chapter 1038 No Telm in Seeking Mercy
Kolton found himself in a difficult position but couldn’t easily back out. “Then I shall take charge. Let’s go outside and start the ritual.”
Declan now realized that the situation was beyond salvage. Stopping the ritual was out of the question. He had to find a way to defend himself.
However, reality soon proved that he had little left to defend.
The crow was perched precisely, right above the cremation urn.
Everyone was taken aback, not just because of the crow’s exact position, but
because the crow himself seemed
aordinarily unique.
His black eyes stared at them unblinkingly, as if he saw them as nothing more than a group of dead people.
This chilling thought sent shivers down the spines of the relatives present.
Even Kolton, the genius cultivator from Mt. Dragon, was forced to step back when he met the crow’s gaze.
Everything in the universe had a spirit, and the crow was considered an auspicious
symbol. Uncertain of its origins, Kolton dared not act rashly.
Moreover, the pressure emanating from the crow was overwhelming. It was as if he
had witnessed countless misfortunes, making it difficult even for a cultivator to face
him directly.
The crow appeared more noble and enlightened than he was.
The crow certainly looked down on Kolton. He had been cawing for so long that his
throat was sore. This weakling cultivator was taking too long.
If Wynter hadn’t drawn this circle, he would have flown over to peck at Kolton
himself.
Kolton felt as though the crow’s gaze was filled with disdain.
He wanted to examine it more closely when suddenly, the crow let out another loud
caw. He then stared at Kolton unblinkingly, sending a chill down his spine.