Chapter 558

In the dimly lit room, the ambiance was thick with tension.

“Ah, Mammon!” a voice remarked.

“Is this the youngest?” Another remarked, an obvious note of admiration in his tone: "Indeed, Nathan Wang’s son does not disappoint – such a commanding presence. To be so young and already helm the Heavenly Emperor conglomerate? You've far surpassed your elders."

Apollo's voice, dripping with acid and envy, punctured the air: "Well, well, well."

Angelo gazed at Jonathan with a challenging glint in his eyes.

Jonathan and Mammon's eyes locked, their unspoken words conveying a wealth of emotion. Their silent standoff spoke louder than words: negotiations wouldn't be easy.

“Please, have a seat." Mammon graciously offered with a smile.

Once seated, Mammon signaled for food to be brought forth. The tension was palpable.

Throughout, Angelo remained mostly silent, his eyes frequently buried in his phone. Yet,