The private study room was cloaked in an uneasy silence, the weight of secrets and sins hanging thick in the air. Zhan Weiqi, Jiang Feng, and Zhang Hao sat around the ornately carved table, each man's expression a mask of trepidation and barely concealed resentment.
It had been mere weeks since they had all succumbed to the insidious machinations of Yang Bojun, the illegitimate son of the late Grandpa Sun. What had begun as a routine shareholders' meeting had spiraled into a maelstrom of power plays and blackmail, leaving them all ensnared in the younger man's web of deceit.
Zhan Weiqi's fingers traced the edge of the damning file that lay before him, a grim reminder of the leverage Yang Bojun held over him. The sordid details of his illicit affairs and financial indiscretions were meticulously documented, a Sword of Damocles poised to sever his reputation and legacy should he dare to defy the ambitious upstart.
