The Head of the Investment Division stepped forward, trembling. "Mr. Mark... in the last three hours, seven of our major investor consortia have simultaneously withdrawn all their funds from the superblock project on the west coast."
Bang!
Mark slammed his desk so hard that several pens flew onto the floor. "Damn it! What did you say?! Withdrawing funds? Their contracts still have two years left! On what grounds are they terminating the partnership unilaterally?!"
"They... they're willing to pay the contract termination penalty, sir," replied the Chief Financial Officer in a squeaky voice. "For them, paying a penalty of hundreds of billions is far safer than facing the threat of the Sterling Group."
The name Sterling Group instantly made Mark's blood boil. The image of Celine's cold face as she cut the red ribbon across the street a few hours ago flashed back into his mind, complete with a veiled smile.
"Celine..." Mark growled under his breath, clenching his fists.
