Chapter138.
Leland’s cold, stern eyes held a flicker of indifference. “Bankruptcy, or handing the company over to Zenith Group, who would then fully fund the Development Project in Mississippi. Correct?”
Raul nodded. “Yes.”
Leland drained another bottle of beer. “Our shares are at the lower limit. How much is left in the Leslie Group’s coffers?”
Raul checked his phone, his expression growing serious. “Counting all your assets, the Perez’s villa, and the assets given to Caitlyn that have been reclaimed, your total net worth is down to 510 million dollars.”
A faint, bitter smile touched Leland’s lips.”510 million dollars… When I was eighteen and took control of the Leslie Group, the company was already nearing 500 million dollars. Seems I’ve been thrown back to square one.”
Raul remained silent, his gaze shifting between sympathy and deep anxiety.
Leland spoke again, “Without Zenith Group, we can’t fund the Development Project in Mississippi. It’s a public works initiative. If we sign the contract and fail to deliver, the breach of contract penalty could be crippling. By then, there won’t be a single trace of the Leslie Group left.”
Raul stood respectfully to the side.”Yes, but declaring bankruptcy would also constitute a breach of contract. And auctioning off half of the Development Project in Mississippi? I doubt anyone would dare touch it at this critical juncture.”
Leland finished another bottle of beer and pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly.
“Schedule a meeting with Allen for tomorrow. Release the bidding documents. The Leslie Group’s survival hinges on tomorrow’s battle.”
Raul nodded, ready to comply.
“Yes, sir. However, there’s one more matter, Mr. Pearson. Ms. Perez donated one of her three hospitals. She sold the other two, and the proceeds were deposited into your private account. There’s 500 million dollars in there, but the assets are frozen. Ms. Perez set a stipulation for when they can be unfrozen-one month from now.”
Tears finally broke free, streaming down Leland’s face. He lifted his chin, draining the remnants of his drink in a single gulp.
Choking back sobs, he managed to whisper, “I always thought I’d spoiled her, pampered her. That she couldn’t do anything, didn’t need to worry about anything. But in the end… she planned everything for me.”.

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