JUN'S POV
Dammit. This ain't any good.
The room falls silent for a moment, and I can feel the weight of the news. We can't afford to let Daryl slip through our fingers. Not now, not when everything is hanging by a thread.
If Daryl dies, I'm not getting this company, it will go to his son or maybe trust. His son, Jason, isn't capable of handling a company as big as this as he's a drug addict—that's the reason Daryl was selling it, to let his legacy be passed to someone capable instead of his son. And my sources say Yifan's been meeting with Jason
I doubt the informer was Jason who passed the information which he shared in the meeting today.
I meet everyone's gaze. "This is not a coincidence."
"No, it's not. They made a move," Xion says, already speed dialing. "New York. Thirty minutes. Driver is picking you up from the den." He hangs up and looks at me. "You too. Leave. I'm sending my personal doctor."