"Claire Lynch, do you have any idea how ridiculous you look right now?"
Ken Gould threw his head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound that drew the eyes of the surrounding elite. He pointed a finger at her, his face twisted in a sneer of pure contempt.
"Your 'declaration of war'?" Ken scoffed. "It's like a rabbit baring its teeth at a tiger. It's cute, but ultimately, it's pathetic. It has zero effect."
He gestured to the gathered titans of industry—the Hughes Family, the Lacy Family, and the executives of DragonGate.
"Look around you," Ken commanded. "This alliance is a dragon. We have hundreds of billions in capital. We control the supply chains. We own the market."
"And you? You are a sparrow. When the dragon opens its mouth, you won't even be a snack. You will be swallowed who
