Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 162

In the afternoon, the news that the CEO of Burke International was turned down by the CEO of S Corporation, Blake, spread like wildfire through the business community.

The news was leaked internally by Sophie who got Adler to reveal it, a move that was no doubt a case of the fledgling entrepreneur not giving a damn about this Devonport frontrunner.

James, a major figure, felt as if his reputation was being dragged through the mud due to this refusal by S Corporation.

Everyone in the circle was praising the boldness of the new group's CEO.

After all, it wasn't just anyone they had refused—it was James. Who else in all of Devonport would dare to disrespect James like this?

At that moment, in the CEO's office at Burke International, James was grimly scanning the headlines online.

A headline reading "Burke International’s CEO Humiliated by Rejection" had gone viral. Everyone was curious about the mysterious backer behind this rising group, bold enough to snub James.

Colt, noticing James' displeasure, remarked, “Mr. Burke, this must be the work of someone with an agenda. I've already started an investigation, and I'm confident we'll have answers soon.”

“You don't need to be a genius to see this is tied to S Corporation.”

Originally, he had just wanted to meet Blake to gauge the newcomer, but the other party had played their cards in an unconventional way, turning this affair into a trending topic.

Using Burke International's reputation to boost their own was a clever move indeed.

“Mr. Burke, we need to get this trending topic taken down ASAP to protect our public image.”

Previously, Burke International was the unspoken leader in Devonport. Now, this viral story was making people think this mysterious S Corporation might be an even bigger player than Burke International, which was not good news.

Colby interjected, “Do you have a countermove?”

“We'll play the game too.”

“Really? Even though S Corporation's momentum is strong right now, those companies aren’t fools. They won’t offend James for an uncertain ally. They’d rather cross you first, then come crawling back once you've made your fortune.”

“I’m well aware,” said Sophie, sitting up straight. “That’s why I plan to host a masquerade ball, with a five-star secrecy rating. Attendees won’t know each other's identities.”

She held up a badge in her hand.

“I've had two hundred badges made, to be distributed to the top two hundred companies in the industry. No invitation needed, just wear the badge to enter. All badges will be collected at the end of the night.”