In just a matter of days, the Mega Group's financial fortunes began collapsing with unstoppable momentum, like a house of cards in a hurricane.
This clearly illustrates the truth: Building a prosperous empire may take decades or even longer, yet its downfall can unfold in mere hours.
The Mega family was like a puppet in the grip of an invisible hand, being pushed step by step toward the abyss.
"Madam, sir—"
A panicked attendant rushed in, his face pale.
"Reporters and media crews have swarmed the estate, blocking every gate.
They refuse to leave no matter what we say."
Those vultures, always circling for blood!
Mr Mega's eyes flickered with unease as he turned to the family matriarch, his voice tense.
"Mother, what do we do now?!" Grandma Mega didn't answer.
Slumped in her chair, her once-straight posture now sagged like a withered tree.
Her lips moved faintly as she muttered to herself, her voice barely audible.
"Who... who is behind this?
