Chapter 605

Chapter 605:

What chance did the Quinn family have?

“Mr. Quinn, you’re being short-sighted,” Anson said, looking at Moses with disdain. “The Howe and Perry families failed because Alex betrayed his family. But if our two families work closely together, we can succeed. Mr. Quinn, don’t you want to achieve something great?”

Moses stared at Anson, his gaze flickering with uncertainty.

If they could genuinely challenge the Wall family, the Quinn family wouldn’t have to be subordinate to anyone.

“Anson, are you serious? If our families unite, can we truly succeed?” Moses asked, his voice tense.

He swallowed hard, his throat tight.

Anson looked confident. “Of course, Mr. Quinn. You’re a smart man. This is the best opportunity for the Quinn family. The decision to seize it is yours.”

Moses’s breathing quickened, but his years in business allowed him to maintain a semblance of rationality.

Striving to appear calm, he inquired, “Anson, you speak of cooperation, but what specific form should this take? You know dealing with Noah is no small challenge.”

Anson had prepared for this question and responded smoothly, “Rest assured, Mr. Quinn. True cooperation requires both parties to demonstrate sincerity and unity. Right now, Noah could crush you at any moment. We are also taking a significant risk. Thus, the Quinn Group needs to transfer sixty percent of its shares to the Olson Group.”

Moses gasped.

Sixty percent! That demand was exorbitant.

“Anson, isn’t that a bit excessive?” Moses asked.

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“Dad, agree to it,” Vivi suddenly interjected, having been silent until now.

Her mind was overwhelmed with the fear of Noah’s retribution, and the possibility of imprisonment left her shaking. She rushed to Moses, grabbing his arm with urgency.

“Dad, please, we have to agree. We have no other choice!”

Vivi leaned in closer to Moses, her tone persuasive.

“If we take Noah down, not just a portion, but the entire Wall Group will be within our grasp!”

Moses hesitated.

Anson watched from the side, a smirk playing on his lips.

The trap had been set, and Moses had taken the bait.

“Fine, I’m in,” Moses finally said through gritted teeth, making his decision.

Money made the world go round. For the Quinn family’s future, he was willing to take the risk.

Anson chuckled, clapping his hands.

“Mr. Quinn, you truly are a man of action.”

Right on cue, a subordinate approached with a pre-prepared contract.

“Review it, and if everything checks out, sign here.”

Moses skimmed through the document.

Each clause was harsher than the last, leaving him no way out.

Still, he picked up the pen and scrawled his name.

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