Chapter 71Bryan strode confidently into the spacious conference room, his trusted PA Betty by his side. As they entered, the room fell silent, all eyes turning toward them with a mix of curiosity and respect. The shareholders, seated around a large mahogany table, had been eagerly anticipating Bryan's arrival, and their welcoming nods and warm smiles confirmed his importance within the company.Taking his place at the head of the table, Bryan exuded a calm yet authoritative presence, a man accustomed to leading and making critical decisions. Betty, his loyal and efficient assistant, took a moment to compose herself before stepping up to the microphone at the front of the room. She cleared her throat, her voice steady and confident as she prepared to address the gathered shareholders.As Betty spoke, her words echoed throughout the room, each syllable carrying the weight of the company's future. Her professional demeanor and attention to detail matched Bryan's own, a reflection of the

Chapter 73 After the doctor emerged from the ward, Bryan hurried over to inquire about the sudden passing out and its cause. "It's not particularly concerning," the doctor shared as he reviewed the test results, "She appears to be allergic to pollen grains from flowers. Being in close proximity to them triggers breathing difficulties for her." As this information sunk in, Bryan found it hard to fathom the fact that something as innocuous as flowers could have such a profound impact on her health.She had kept her allergy to flowers a secret from him, realizing now that she should have been more cautious in situations like this."Can I see her now, or should I let her rest?" Bryan inquired, his concern palpable. The doctor nodded in response."She's stable now, you can visit her. I have other duties to attend to, so I'll take my leave," the doctor explained politely. Bryan lowered his head slightly in acknowledgment as he readied himself to go in and check on her.Bryan entered the w

Chapter 75Hannah's frustration bubbled to the surface as she confronted Lisa's probing questions. "What if I was in love with her? Why is that any of your damn business? Instead of focusing on unfounded assumptions, why don't you address the actual reason for your presence here?" Her words dripped with annoyance, laced with a sense of defiance as she stood her ground, exuding confidence in the face of Lisa's questionable motives.As the woman spoke, her eyes sparkled with admiration towards the person she was addressing. She carefully placed an envelope on the table before retrieving something from her bag. "What about this?" she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity. "This is from you to Bryan, right? Love confessions and heartfelt messages. You remind me of myself when I was your age. I used to send letters to Maxwell very often." A sly smirk danced across her cunning face.Hannah couldn't help but fidget nervously as she caught sight of the card that had been sent along with

Chapter 77As the air crackled with tension, Lisa's voice quivered with a mix of hurt and defensiveness. "Are you insinuating that I'm a terrible mother?" she questioned, her words laced with wounded pride and defiance.Mr. Wesley maintained his composure, a fake smile playing on his lips as he carefully navigated the delicate conversation. "I'm not saying you're the worst, I'm simply suggesting that we share a common goal. Trust between us may be hard to come by," he remarked with a hint of calculated diplomacy.Gathering her thoughts, Lisa took a deep breath before making a proposition that could potentially alter the course of their alliance. "I understand your perspective. I give you my word that, if we succeed in removing Bryan and securing the chairmanship for my son, you will have everything you desire," she offered, a glimmer of determination shining in her eyes as she laid out the terms of their tentative partnership.Mr. Wesley's words cut through the tense atmosphere like a

Chapter 79Bryan strode through the hallway, his anger evident in the tense set of his jaw. How dare that idiot visit them in his own house? His mind churned with different thoughts as he moved through the familiar space, his steps purposeful and deliberate.Emerging from the house, he spotted Liam standing by his car, a sense of apprehension creeping in. Liam approached him cautiously, and Bryan instinctively tucked his hand into his pocket, a protective gesture that spoke volumes."Hi, Mr. Creston," Liam greeted, his tone holding a note of respect despite the underlying tension. Bryan regarded him coolly, steeliness in his gaze as he responded, "Hi Liam, what can I do for you?" Liam's surprise was evident, his disbelief subtly coloring his expression, unsure of how the conversation would unfold.Bryan's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he demanded, "I thought Betty sent you to get me? Why are you asking me why I am here?" His tone carried a hint of disappointment, betrayi