Rebirth: We Split Ways.. novel Chapter 101

Jack softly instructed John, "Ensure they play well, and there will be no shortage of bonuses afterward."

He then hung up the phone.

"When did you invest in a gaming team, Brother?"

Penelope sipped her cocktail, intrigued.

"Isn't it just playing games by myself? I can't always win, and my teammates keep rejecting me. In frustration, I spent two billion to assemble a team. I refuse to believe that money can't buy talent."

Jack rocked in the gaming chair, bursting into wild laughter. "From now on, this team is all yours. Today, my dear sister, I'll ensure you're well taken care of."

Penelope winked, "Thanks for that!"

Her phone buzzed with an unknown number. Without a second thought, she declined the call. Yet, the caller persisted.

"Hello."

"Penelope, after realizing my power, you'll return the bracelet and apologize to Kyla." William's arrogant tone flowed through the phone. "How does it feel to be criticized by the whole internet?"

Penelope's eyebrows arched in mockery, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that the best you can do?"

Penelope remarked with a hint of indifference, "Considering you've ruled the business world for decades, I expected more from you. Your tactics are nothing but underhanded tricks."

"Engaging in dice games, making threats, and spreading rumors everywhere... You behave just like a petty local gangster. Yet, you dare to claim respectability in front of others?"

"Even if my methods aren't always visible, they're sufficient to ensure you won't linger in Seattle," William retorted coldly.

"This is your final chance," he began sternly. "You voluntarily returned my ring. If I'm generous, I might have the media go easy on you."

"If you still don't hand it over..."

On the other end of the line, William's voice hinted at a suppressed intensity, as if he were restraining something significant.

"What will you do if I refuse to hand it over?"

"Chairman Reed's seventieth birthday celebration will occur at Diamoson Corporation's headquarters in two days. While the younger generation, like Vincent, may be fond of you and overlook these rumors, as the patriarch, Fred won't allow you entry!"

"If I whisper a few words to Fred, let's see how long you can maintain your position as this junior manager!"

Penelope could barely contain his amusement. "That sounds perfect. Please convey my regards to Chairman Reed. I'll be eagerly waiting."

She gazed towards the helipad adjacent to the lobby, where a dilapidated plane erupted into flames. One after another, ambulances rushed to the scene, their sirens blaring urgently.

She never imagined she'd face the terror of a second plane crash in her lifetime.

When the plane was just a hundred kilometers from Dubai Airport, its engine suddenly ignited. Eventually, the airport authorities opted for an emergency landing. Just ten meters above the ground, the plane veered out of control before crashing onto the tarmac.

Penelope clenched her fists, holding onto her composure, thankful she escaped severe injuries.

Humans, she realized, were truly powerless against fate.

The support staff hurried through the hall, each equipped with a walkie-talkie. The devices crackled to life every so often, updating them on the ongoing rescue efforts.

"How many are unaccounted for?"

"We're still trying to determine."

"Hurry! Over there, someone's injured. Bring the stretcher right away!"

The scene felt eerily familiar to Penelope.