The air froze instantly.
No one in the banquet hall dared to make a sound.
To these men, a wife could be replaced, reputation could be repaired—but once a company went bankrupt, decades of accumulation would vanish overnight.
Hesitation flickered in their eyes.
Struggle. Calculation. Weighing gains and losses.
All of it happened within a few seconds.
No one spoke again.
I lifted my hand slightly.
The bodyguards immediately stepped forward, dragging the four women aside, forcing their hands down onto the tabletop and holding them there with crushing force.
“No! Let go of me!”
The screams were shrill and desperate.
I unhurriedly picked up a fruit knife from the table.
The blade gleamed coldly under the lights.
I placed the knife into one of the men’s hands.
He instinctively too
