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The Second Heir Chapter 34
[I have already persuaded her. Now, she should be convincing her family to make Mara the representative.]Greg sat at his desk, a satisfied smile on his face as he read the screenshot messages from his subordinate. "Well, she's not bad. Pretty fast too," he thought, contemplating hiring Joy for future tasks.Without wasting any time, he instructed his subordinate to immediately send compensation money to Joy for her successful persuasion.As Greg finished sending the message, Dylan entered the room, carrying a bag of food. "Hey, I've got your order," Dylan announced, placing the bag on the table. "They didn't have the drink you wanted, so I got you a smoothie instead. They say it's their specialty.""Thanks," Greg replied, walking over to the table to retrieve his food. He returned to his desk and began happily munching on his meal while continuing his work.Dylan couldn't help but notice Greg's contented expression."Good things just seem to happen to him," Dylan thought before frown
The Second Heir Chapter 35
"An offer?" Mara's curiosity piqued as she asked the question. The person on the other end of the line chuckled, their amusement evident."Yes, indeed. An offer that I can't divulge over the phone right now, but I assure you, it's an opportunity you won't want to miss," the voice replied, leaving Mara intrigued. "If you're interested, how about coming to my place this evening? Do you still remember the Millen Mansion?" they inquired, causing Mara to fall silent.Memories of disappointment and humiliation flooded Mara's mind at the mention of the Millen Mansion. She hesitated, uncertain if she wanted to set foot in that place again. However, the mysterious nature of the offer and the sudden contact intrigued her.They wouldn't go through the trouble of reaching out to her if it wasn't for something significant, would they? Besides, she had no real connection with the Millens now. If she felt uncomfortable, she could always leave.After a brief pause, Mara finally summoned her resolve.
The Second Heir Chapter 36
Today, Greg arrived at Vonicon earlier than usual. After planning to meet with Mara, he decides to take care of his work first before heading out. As he entered his office, Greg went straight to his desk and began focusing on his office tasks. Not long after, Dylan also entered the room. "Wow, it's unusual to see you this morning," Dylan said as he closed the door. "Is something up?" "Not really. An urgent meeting came up, and I need to take care of it this morning," Greg replied, looking at Dylan. "How about you? What are you doing this early on Vonicon? Don't you usually have something to do in the morning?" Greg asked, redirecting the conversation and making Dylan stumble over his words. "W-Well... about that...I just happened to walk past here, so I decided to pay you a visit. That's all," Dylan stammered. Greg hummed, knowing that Dylan was lying, but he didn't press him further and continued his work. "He probably came here to see Madeline," Greg thought to himself. "Anywa
The Second Heir Chapter 37
Anxiety filled the air as Mr. Millen paced back and forth in his lavish study, while Victor leaned against the wall, visibly irritated by his companion's unease. The impending arrival of Mara as their representative had Mr. Millen on edge, his mind consumed by the weight of a buried secret. "Victor, you don't understand," Mr. Millen exclaimed, his voice trembling. "If everyone finds out about what we did, everything will crumble. The company, our reputation, everything!" Victor silently rolled his eyes upon hearing Mr. Millen's rant. "What is he so worked up about? It's just a representative role. Is he overthinking this? I feel like I wasted my time coming here. All he's doing is spouting nonsense." Although Victor held these thoughts, he chose to nod and wear a concerned expression, understanding the need to show respect as Mr. Millen was his father-in-law and Victor still needed his help to obtain the land. “I understand, father, but I think you’re overreacting a bit. I mean,
The Second Heir Chapter 38
Mara entered the Millen household, guided by a maid who led her to the elegant living room. As she walked in, she couldn't help but notice the entire Millen family already present: Grandma Millen, Mr. Millen, Mrs. Millen, Georgia, George and someone she had never seen before. But Mara assumed it to be Victor, Georgia's new husband as she recall Greg's story "Rat..." That's what Mara's first impression when she looked at him. Grandma Millen, wearing an air of arrogance, greeted Mara with a condescending smile. "Ah, Mara, my beautiful granddaughter! Welcome. Please, have a seat," she said, motioning toward an ornate chair. As Mara settled into her seat, Grandma Millen began with pleasantries. "Ah, Mara, my dear granddaughter! It's wonderful to see you after such a long time. How have you been? How is your mother doing? Is she still—" "Let's just get straight to the point. Why did you call me here?" Mara interrupted, causing Grandma Millen's smile to falter as she was taken aback by
The Second Heir Chapter 39
In his apartment, Greg sat diligently at his desk, surrounded by papers and the soft glow of his computer screen. Even though, today Sunday, it still didn't stop Greg from working because for Greg, Time is money. Suddenly, a footstep was heard, and when the door opened, it revealed Dylan. A mix of surprise and concern showed on his face as his eyes scanned the piles of documents on Greg's desk. "Oh my... What are you doing here, buried in work?" Dylan exclaimed, his voice quivering in disbelief. "Don't you realize it's Sunday?" Not bothering to look up from his work, Greg remains working with his expression composed and determined. "So what, if it's Sunday? There's still so much work to do, and I must ensure everything is in order before Monday. Time is precious, regardless of the day." Hearing that, Dylan couldn't help but sigh as he shook his head in both admiration and exasperation. He knew Greg all too well—his relentless drive, his unwavering commitment to success. "Alright,
The Second Heir Chapter 40
The next day, Mara arrived at Vonicon earlier than the designated time as she was afraid of getting lost, considering it was her first time there. Standing before the towering Vonicon building, Mara's eyes traced its magnificent structure, captivated by its sheer grandeur. "So, this is the place, huh?" she murmured to herself, awestruck by its commanding presence.Just as she had seen in Google images, the building stood tall and resolute, emanating an aura of success and power. Its glass windows glistened, reflecting the sunlight and casting an enchanting dance of light and shadow. But amidst the breathtaking sight, a surge of uncertainty washed over Mara. How could a seemingly ordinary company like Millen strike a deal with a mega-corporation like Vonicon?With Vonicon's reputation alone, Mara could infer that any company fortunate enough to collaborate with them must be on a global scale, like GVR Sub Company. It seemed implausible for Vonicon to partner with an ordinary company
The Second Heir Chapter 41
After Madeline's declaration to proceed with the meeting, Mara stepped forward and launched into her confident presentation. With poise and conviction, she captivated the room as she shared her well-prepared proposal. Meanwhile, in Greg's office, Dylan watched the presentation intently, clearly impressed by Mara's delivery. He turned to Greg, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "She's really nailing it. Mara knows how to explain things in a way that's both engaging and informative." Greg, observing the presentation on his computer screen, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely," he replied. "Mara has a unique talent for presenting complex ideas clearly. It's one of her strengths." Back in the meeting room, Mara delivered her presentation with finesse, her words flowing effortlessly as she showcased the details of her proposal. Madeline listened attentively, nodding occasionally to show her interest and engagement, while Gilbert, the ever-observant one, remained silent but keenly observ