However Raymond remained still, his fingers lightly tapping against the table, his expression unreadable. The entire hall was watching him, waiting for his next move—waiting for him to officially back down.
Damien exhaled, shaking his head. It's over. There was no way Raymond could go any higher. He had already pushed his luck, but this was the limit.
Even the wealthiest families had restrictions on spending.
A single transaction of 35 million dollars was impossible unless you controlled a bank yourself.
That was the rule, the law that kept even the top families in check.
And J12 controlled second to the largest banks in the country.
That meant they had already won.
Damien felt a bitter sense of relief. At least this is where it ends. Raymond might have made a scene, but he couldn't do anything beyond this.
Beside him, Valentina reached for Raymond's hand, squeezing it gently.
"That's enough," she whispered, her voice soft but firm.
"You don't have to do this anymore."
