And with that, she grabbed her phone, slipped it into her bag, and walked off in determined strides.
Jerry stood still, arms crossed, watching her disappear down the hallway. He didn't follow. He didn't try to stop her.
But his face… his face darkened.
Because without being told, Jerry could already sense the truth of it all.
It was never going to be that easy.
He knew how men like that operated—men who held ten percent stakes in billion-naira empires. They were the kind of men who moved behind closed doors, who shook hands in silence and signed deals without ever blinking. And Jerry knew, deep down, that Penelope and her snakes had likely already gotten to him. Paid him off. Promised him power. Used the timing of the share sale to strike before Abigail could even react.
He said nothing aloud, but inside, the calculations were already running.
If they had that man on their side… Abigail was walking into a trap. And facing off against GSK? That wasn't business—that was war.
