Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 909

All he wanted was a piece of the pie to resurrect the Mercer Group.

"Complaining about the past won't fix anything," Brandon said sharply. "We need to get the legal team in here right now. We have to scrutinize her early days, find a loophole we can exploit, and secure our payout. That's the priority. Our stock crashed again today, and the company is bleeding out. If we don't act fast, we're completely finished."

Martin looked at his sons. "Do you have a plan?"

"We have a solid angle, we just need to execute it. But Lillian has been incredibly rebellious for years and hates us. Plus, she holds that legally binding Severance Agreement. It's going to be an uphill battle, not something we can win overnight."

Martin snapped. "I don't care what it takes. No matter how long it drags out, even if the Mercer Group dies in the process. She thinks she's so capable? Fine. We'll use her capabilities to siphon blood back into the Mercer Group and bring it back to life."

Lillian was entirely unaware that just as she was securing her empire, the Mercers were sharpening their knives to leech off her success, completely unbothered by the fact that their severed ties were now public knowledge.

Meanwhile, a full day had passed without Sebastian dealing with Debbie Harris, and Julian was starting to panic.

Julian had been temporarily assigned to handle Debbie, but the woman was a complete nightmare.

Tying her up felt inhumane. But the moment he untied her, not only did she scream and cry hysterically, she actually climbed onto the windowsill and threatened to jump. Julian had never dealt with this level of crazy; his once-bright eyes were now dull with exhaustion.

"Mr. Blake, I really can't handle Ms. Harris. Could you... maybe make a decision on what to do with her?"

Sebastian hadn't slept or eaten in a day and a night, nor had he stepped foot in the office. He had a simple bandage slapped over the gash on his forehead. The blood had dried and scabbed over, but the wound was too large to fully conceal, leaving him looking thoroughly battered. The swelling from where Old Mr. Blake had smashed a glass into his head had gone down, but the bruise was still an ugly sight.

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