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"Okay, hopefully your funds will arrive soon."

"of course."

Morse felt a pang of heartache after realizing what had happened.

That damned Nolan Locke, he's even an expert in the art of negotiation.

He started raising the price, and coupled with his eagerness, he actually offered his bottom line.

Two hundred million is a sum that even the Irish mafia couldn't come up with in a short time.

But it's okay.

He glanced at the board members around him.

The directors all looked rather grim.

They all wanted a share of the money, which was about to be theirs.

What a fool.

Some people wanted to curse Morse, but only dared to roar in their hearts.

The intimidation wielded by the Irish mafia was enough to make them back down.

As Nolan left the conference room, a genuine smile appeared on his face.

Now, everything can get back on track.

Hopefully, Morse won't be furious when he discovers that Simon has almost emptied out Locke Company.

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Chapter 17 The So-Called Rules of the Game

Waiting for the funds to arrive is both a pleasant and agonizing experience.

Fortunately, Morse went to great lengths to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Two hundred million US dollars were deposited into Nolan's account in just one week.

Nolan was in a good mood when he saw the funds arrive.

The only thing that dissatisfied him was the loan agreement he had signed with Morse.

Morse hadn't forgotten.

Okay, even if I give it to him, he won't forget.

In the end, he only received $1.9 million.

Nolan promptly signed a series of share transfer agreements.

Every shareholder who received the contract had a bright smile on their face.

After he signed the last one.

Morse, who was smiling just a second ago, suddenly turned cold.

"Nolan Locke, this is no longer your company, and you are not welcome here now."

I can give you thirty minutes to pack your personal belongings.

I'll be kicking them out in thirty minutes.

Nolan wasn't angry.

"I never imagined that the company my father left me would become someone else's just a few months after his death."

Morse chuckled.

"At least you got 2 million."

"My skills are worth more than this little bit of money, but never mind."

Nolan stretched.

"Good luck, Mr. Morse."

After saying that, Nolan turned and left Locke Technology Company, a place filled with his memories, with an enigmatic smile.

Oh, of course.

It's no longer called Lockheed Martin; it's now called Morse Group.

This is a thoughtful approach.

Nolan silently gave him a thumbs up.

He had previously been struggling to come up with a name for his new company.

But now it seems he can still get that familiar name back.

The new Locke Technology Corporation.

That sounds... pretty good!

Morse frowned at Nolan's eerie smile.

Then I stopped paying attention.

He couldn't wait to call Finland's Kuli immediately to tell him the good news.

Upon hearing this, Finland's Kuli also showed a look of joy.

This will be the largest company controlled by Irish people.

Why is Kingpin feared by all gangs?

Isn't it because he not only controls a powerful force, but he's also very rich?

This is just the first step for the Irish!

Next, with the help of Morse technology, they will gradually surpass Kingpin.

Even... suppressing the entire dark forces of Hell's Kitchen.

Become the true underground emperor of New York!

"Morse, take over the company as soon as possible. I hope to figure out as quickly as possible how much money we need to cover the current hole."

As you know, we already have a lot of foreign debt to pay for this $2 million.

2 million is no small number.

Perhaps the Irish mafia owns far more assets than that figure.

However, getting it out in a short period of time is by no means an easy task.

Assets and available funds are two completely different concepts.

"Understood. I can complete the calculation in at most half a month."

hang up the phone.

Morse sat comfortably in the chair that originally belonged to Nolan Locke.

Although you can't get a panoramic view of New York from here, there's still plenty of room for business.

Just like their future as Irish people!

He hadn't been sitting for more than a few minutes.

A person walked in.

"Boss, Simon Philips has submitted his resignation and has left the company."

"Simon? I didn't tell him to leave."

Suddenly, Morse's heart started racing.

He realized something was wrong.

Nolan Locke signed the agreement without hesitation, while Simon Philippe left without saying goodbye.

He suddenly stood up and said angrily:

"Immediately liquidate the assets overnight. I need an answer within three days!"

That kid Nolan Locke, could he have tricked him?

No, not possible.

He lacked both the ability and the cunning.

But why does he feel so uneasy?

the other side.

Nolan has submitted a name change application for the new company, and it has been approved.

Beside her, Jessica Jones had a complicated look in her eyes.

"Young boss, you don't seem as innocent as I thought."

Nolan glanced at Jessica Jones from head to toe.

"Hey girl, where did you get the idea that I'm naive?"

Jessica Jones shrugged.

"Okay, I knew it."

She glared at Nolan through gritted teeth.

This is the man.

He took her virginity.

After a few lighthearted banter, Nolan said seriously:

Be careful lately.

Behind Morse stood the Irish mafia.

Once they find out, they'll definitely cause me trouble.