With thewyer''s efforts, Gabriel was temporarily released on bail.


    On the drive back, he turned to his secretary in the passenger seat. "How''s thepany doing while I was away?"


    The secretary''s expression grew grim. "Mr. Hackett, since news broke about your arrest, thepany''s stock has been plummeting. Several shareholders have already started selling off their shares to cash out."


    Gabriel''s face darkened as he growled, "Those old fools! They act high and mighty when things are going well, but the moment there''s trouble, they rush to jump ship. A bunch of spineless idiots!"


    "Some shareholders have even sold their shares at a loss..." the secretary added cautiously.


    "Head to thepany first!" Gabriel snapped.


    He couldn''t let this continue. At this rate, Nyce Tech would copse within a


    month.


    "Understood..." the secretary replied.


    Philip, seated beside him, interjected with a frown, "Mr. Hackett, the priority right now is resolving thewsuit Prospectus Technology has filed against you. If this isn''t handled properly, you will face..."


    He trailed off, but Gabriel caught his meaning.


    "I don''t pay you handsomely to spout nonsense!" Gabriel barked. "Your job is to win this case, not lecture me."


    Philip hesitated. The evidence Prospectus Technology had submitted was damning and thorough. Unless they could prove it was falsified, there was little hope of victory.


    Getting Gabriel out on bail had already been a challenge, and if he were taken back into custody, securing another release would be nearly impossible.


    "Mr. Hackett, if the evidence Prospectus Technology submitted is legitimate, I rmend you start nning for the aftermath," Philip said carefully.


    Gabriel''s expression turned icy as he stared at Philip in silence.


    The atmosphere in the car grew suffocating, and both Philip and the secretary held their breaths, afraid of provoking him further.


    When the car finally stopped in front of Nyce Tech''s building, Gabriel broke the silence. "Don''t you have connections in the courts? Evidence, even if it''s real, can be made to look


    se. Am I wrong?"


    Philip was taken aback. "Mr. Hackett, that would be illegal!"


    He was just awyer handling a case. He had no intention of ending up in prison alongside Gabriel.


    Gabriel let out a cold chuckle.


    "Illegal? That depends on who''s


    doing it if you pull this off, I''ll pay you 1,500,000 dor as


    to smooth things over."


    He nced at the secretary, who immediately understood and pulled a bank card


    from his briefcase, handing it over.


    Gabriel frowned. "Why are you giving it to me? Hand it to Mr. Higham!"


    The secretary quickly passed the card to Philip.


    Philip didn''t take it, visibly distressed. "Mr. Hackett, I really can''t do this. You should find someone else for this kind of task."


    "There''s 3,000,000 dors on this card," Gabriel said coldly. "If you don''t take it, that money might be used to hire someone to take care of you instead. Your choice."


    Without another word, he stepped out of the car and mmed the door.


    The secretary sighed and looked at Philip. "Mr. Higham, you''ve already boarded this ship. There''s no getting off now. Either you help Mr. Hackett out of this mess, or we all go down together. It''s toote to back out."


    After a long silence, Philip reluctantly took the card with trembling hands and exited the car.


    ...


    By the time Philip left the vehicle, Gabriel had already arrived at the top floor of Nyce Tech.