Chapter 187

The next second, Elder Morrison hung up the phone without hesitation, grabbed a pen from the corner of the table, and hastily altered his ballot. He shoved the updated slip into the box and then gave Rocky Knight a swift, apologetic fist salute. "Mr. Knight, I'm sorry." What just happened? “Beep beep beep!” Before Rocky could make sense of anything, another shareholder's phone rang. Then came the rapid scratching of ballots being modified, followed by more phones going off across the room. Fear and confusion spread like wildfire, making the entire conference room feel eerily tense. "I'll announce the results now." Ethan Hart projected the data onto the wall, each vote verified by the Knight Group's legal team. On the screen, a blue bar repping Summer Knight stood tall at 83%, while Rocky Knight’s red bar flatlined at just 10%, with a few abstentions. "No way!" Rocky couldn't believe it. He was convinced the votes were locked in his favor—he’d made promises, cut deals, had everything li