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    The bodyguards hesitated before quickly leaving.


    Gabriel turned back to Damon with a grin. "Now can we talk?"


    Damon walked into his office without a word, and Gabriel followed.


    Sitting behind his desk, Damon red at him coldly. "What do you want to discuss?"


    Gabriel smiled. "Mr. Sumner, with Prospectus Technology on the brink of bankruptcy, it''s pointless to keep spending money fighting Nyce Tech in court. How about I give you some money, and you drop thewsuit? What do you think?"


    Damon''s expression hardened. "I doubt you can afford the price I have in mind."


    "I''m offering 10 billion dors. You can take the money and start fresh. How about it?" Gabriel proposed.


    He had considered the amount for a long time, clearly confident that Damon wouldn''t refuse.


    Silence filled the office.


    After a long pause, Damon snickered. "Gabriel, you colluded with Henry to steal Prospectus Technology''s core trade secrets. Now you want me to let you off the hook for 10 billion dors? Dream on."


    Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Sumner, you''re a smart man, so let''s not waste time. Henry has alreadymitted suicide to escape justice. Are you sure the evidence you have will hold up?"


    Even if it did, Gabriel had ways to make it disappear.


    Damon''s gaze turned icy. "Is that a threat?"


    Gabriel''s smile widened. "Not at all. Just a friendly reminder. I''m offering you a way out. Take the 10 billion and walk away. It''s your best option. "Drag this out, and you might end up with nothing. There won''t be any second chances to fix it then."


    "Thanks for the advice, but I don''t need it. Now get out," Damon dismissed.


    Gabriel stood and straightened his suit. He looked down at Damon. "Think it over. When you''re ready to make the right choice, give me a call." With that, he left.


    Once Gabriel was gone, Damon called Spencer into the office. "How much liquid cash does thepany have left?"


    "Less than 300,000 dors," Spencer answered.


    Damon handed him Mason''s card. "Check the bnce on this card."


    He couldn''t rely on thepany''s dwindling funds.


    "Yes, Mr. Sumner," Spencer replied.


    The office fell silent again as Spencer left with the card.


    Damon lowered his gaze, contemting how to retaliate against Gabriel.


    Suddenly, the door swung open. Spencer returned, visibly shaken.


    "Mr. Sumner... t-this... c-card..." he stammered.


    Damon frowned. "What about it?"


    "It has 1 trillion dors in it!" Spencer eximed.


    With this money, there was hope for thepany!


    Thepany needed 400 billion dors immediately, so not only would the amount on the card save thepany, but the excess could be used for thewsuit against Nyce Tech.


    "What did you say?" Damon asked. "Did you see it wrong?"


    The card belonged to Mason.


    ording to N, it was used to et


    hold his gift money and allowance. There shouldn''t be much in it, Tet alone 1 trillion dors!


    Even at Prospectus Technology''s peak market value, it was only worth 2 trillion dors.


    This meant the money on the card could buy half of Prospectus Technology at its peak.


    "It''s true... Mr. Sumner, don''t you know approximately how much is on this card?" Spencer asked.


    Damon stood and took the card from him. "I''ll look into it personally."


    He couldn''t believe there was 1 trillion dors on the card.


    How could a five-year-old like Mason have umted that much money?!


    Spencer trailed behind Damon,


    thrilled that there was hope for thepany. Then, hemented that they shouldn''t have dismissed the employees so hastily, as it would now take arge sum to recruit them back.