I had thought this would be a long tug-of-war.
According to my estimate, Nathan still had at least three escape routes.
Lakeshore Capital could provide bridge financing within 48 hours. The arms shipment at Coral Bay Port could fetch 900 million dollars in cash if resold. As for the three old board members who had followed him for 10 years, they wouldn't abandon him even if everyone else turned against him.
I even drew a decision tree in my notebook, marking every possible escape route and writing countermeasures beside each one.
Lorenzo looked at that chart, stayed silent for three seconds, and then looked up at me. "Relax. He will fall apart without needing that much help from you."
At the time, I didn't understand what he meant. But soon, I did.
Three days later, the head of Lakes
