Chapter 1200

Oliver's smile faded as he processed the news. He ordered calmly, "Then, switch to a different approach. Make him come to me." His subordinates immediately understood his intentions. Sure enough, by the next day, Jeremiah, who had previously refused to meet Oliver, was frantically trying to get in touch. He had called Owen repeatedly and sent a flood of text messages, emails, and even sent someone to wait at the Jefferson Corporation's front desk. "Mr. Jefferson, he's calling again. Should I answer?" Owen asked, glancing at the 67th missed call on his phone before turning to Oliver, who sat behind his desk, looking relaxed. Oliver's gaze shifted to his laptop screen, where a live stock chart for Wallen Corporation showed a rapid downward spiral. "Wait until their stock drops past the 10% mark," he replied nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair. By mid-morning, the critical threshold had been reached. Wallen Corporation's stock price had tanked, and Jeremiah was now in a state of