The next morning, Richard and Harold Langston sat in a high-rise office, frustration clear on both their faces. Every move they had made against Wang Jian had been blocked or reversed, and now they found themselves backed into a corner. Richard had his hands steepled, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city skyline, while Harold leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.
"We've tried everything we know," Richard muttered, rubbing his temples. "That bastard's untouchable with Charlotte and Sarah backing him. The market's stabilized, and no matter what we throw at him, he's one step ahead."
Harold grunted in agreement. "We need to think outside the box. Someone bigger... more ruthless."
Richard turned to face him, eyes narrowing as an idea crossed his mind. "What about Leon Devereux?"
