Chapter 1849 Trapped in the Formation

Fabian understood immediately, his expression darkening slightly. "I see." Playing the weak to deceive the enemy was a classic tactic in business. When one thought they had gotten someone cornered, they might already be stepping into their trap. At the same window seat inside, Virgil sat leisurely sipping tea. This time, he didn't bother with the fake courtesy of greeting Fabian at the door. Kaspar supported Fabian as he slowly took his seat. Virgil's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at Fabian's somber demeanor. Just as his master said—hit them where it hurt, and even the mighty Fabian would crumble. His gaze flicked to Kaspar dismissively. He figured he was just some insignificant cultivator clinging to Fabian's side. He believed businessmen nowadays overestimated cultivators. Once seated, Fabian spoke deliberately. "I can hand over the Quinnell Group's liquid assets. But when will I see Wynter?" Virgil smirked. "Seeing your granddaughter isn't impossible. But it's not just the