Chapter 486

The Quincy Group headquarters stood desolate under the sunset.

Three years of joint suppression from the Sullivan and Lowell families, coupled with the Quincy family's own ruined reputation, had shrunk their market share to a precarious level.

"I don't know."

Ethan Sullivan lounged lazily in his chair, fingers tapping the armrest. Even weakened by sedatives, he maintained the composure of a man in power.

Reginald Quincy's veins bulged as he slammed a contract onto the table.

"You expect me to believe the Sullivan Group's relentless attacks on Quincy Holdings happened without your knowledge?" His voice was icy. "You're in my hands now. Cooperate."

The contract clearly stated: Sullivan Group's investment in Quincy Holdings, including the transfer of the North Suburbs development project.

This prime location should have gone to the Lowells.

Ethan glanced at the document and chuckled darkly.

"Uncle Reginald, your appetite is impressive."

He tilted his head slightly, a glint of steel in his eyes. Despite his predicament, that gaze sent a chill down Reginald's spine.

"How much liquid capital does Quincy Holdings have left?"

The question struck a nerve.

Reginald's face darkened. "The Sullivans cover 70% of construction costs."

Ethan laughed outright, his smirk sharpening.

"Why don't I just complete the project myself and slap your logo on it?"

He adjusted his wristwatch deliberately, each movement dripping with disdain for the other man's greed.

Reginald snatched up the inkpad.

"You're signing this today—willing or not!"

He lunged forward but froze at Ethan's next words.

"Found your construction suppliers yet?" Ethan lifted his gaze. "Or were you planning to cut corners with subpar materials?"

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting stark shadows across his face. The captive somehow held all the power.