Wallace coughed heavily a few times, then turned to Charlotte.
Suddenly he said, "Charlotte, I'm old, and my health isn't what it used to be. With the Patel family... only you can carry on the legacy now."
Charlotte turned to him. "Grandpa, what are you trying to say?"
"I want to hand the company over to you."
"Me?"
"Charlotte, you've been outstanding since you were little. You've even started your own studio and created such a great brand. I believe you can handle the company."
Charlotte's eyes flickered slightly, and a pensive look crossed her face.
If this had been before, she would undoubtedly have felt pleasantly surprised by Wallace's words.
But now, with the company in turmoil and an uncertain future ahead...
Charlotte hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded. "Okay."
A look of relief instantly washed over Wallace's face. He reached out and took Charlotte's hands.
"Charlotte... I'm entrust
Diana chuckled nervously, "Well, it's kind of... close to what you said, Andrew..."At her words, the expressions of the men around the table darkened slightly.Sensing the tension, Diana panicked slightly. Under the table, she discreetly pinched John's thigh."Maybe John should tell you," she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper.John nodded, laying down his fork, and surveyed the faces around the table. Just as he was about to speak, Diana leaned in close, whispering urgently, "Remember what I told you earlier?"Tactful.It had to be tactful.John nodded again, gently squeezing her hand in assurance.Amidst the puzzled looks from the others, John lifted his eyes slightly and spoke slowly, "Mr. Thompson, the reason I'm here today is because I hope Diana can move in with me."Upon hearing this, the people around the table were stunned.James immediately objected, "But... you two aren't officially married ye
Andrew ruffled her hair. "We love you too." Ben rushed over, "Diana, I want a hug too!" But just as he approached, Andrew skillfully grabbed him by the back of his collar. He frowned, "Diana's in a delicate condition now, be careful with your movements, don't be so hasty." Ben: ...Hmph! Diana peeked out from Andrew's embrace. "Well... I wonder how John is doing upstairs," she said. "Don't worry, as long as John can be with you, even if Dad has to break his legs, I think John would be willing," Andrew reassured her. Diana was taken aback by his statement. Seeing her shock, Andrew smiled lightly. "Just kidding. Don't worry, Dad wouldn't do something so cruel." Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Then, James and John descended, one after the other. Both of them wore stoic expressions, unusually calm. Diana instinctively stood up. "Dad..." James glanced at her,
Suddenly, a spark ignited in one corner of the room. Soon, the entire room was ablaze. The young man's eyes widened in panic as he pushed against the window, trying to get in. But no matter how hard he tried, the glass in front of him remained unmoved. He stood in place, watching helplessly as the woman inside the room merged with the flames... John's eyelids trembled violently. The next moment, he snapped his eyes open. His almond-shaped eyes filled with fear. But in less than a second, they quickly regained composure. The dream again... John massaged his forehead, letting out a deep sigh. Coming to his senses, he noticed his phone vibrating on the bedside table. He lowered his gaze. Seeing Diana sleeping soundly in his arms, he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. He didn't wake her up. Bending down, he gently kissed Diana's hair and smelled the fam
John paused, his voice turning colder. "But let's look on the bright side. You don't have much time left. You might not even make it to the trial before you are dead." With each word he spoke, Max's complexion grew uglier. Sitting on the bed for a moment, Max suddenly chuckled. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll transfer." At his words, Eva, who was standing by, turned her head in surprise, unable to hold back. "Max, are you... are you really going to do this?" Max reached out and grabbed her hand. "If I can't fill this hole, my properties and cars will be confiscated. I don't have much time left anyway. These things don't matter anymore. But what about you?" "Max..." Eva's eyes shimmered with gratitude. Taking the stock transfer document Ethan had prepared long ago, Max held the pen, his hand trembling as he slowly filled out the paperwork. Ethan took it, double-checked, then nodded at John. John's
The memories that he had buried deep within him, thinking they were illusions, suddenly became vivid. He remembered a sunny afternoon when Ruby looked at the roses he planted for her and smiled faintly, saying, "I really like them." And when he worked late into the night, falling asleep on his desk, he vaguely felt someone covering him with a blanket. Then, he forcefully demanded her that night, and she, with tearful eyes, said, "I didn't betray you, I just wanted to say goodbye to him..." In his fury, he couldn't hear her. Memories flooded back, the past he had deliberately hidden away, now occupying his entire heart like madness. Max covered his eyes with his hands, tears rolling down through his fingers. He suddenly realized that perhaps, very early on, Ruby had loved him. But at the crucial moment, he didn't trust her. It was his suspicion and sensitivity that ruined her life. And destroyed their fut
Carl lifted his head slowly, "Family head, did you summon me for something?" However, Yosef remained silent, his eyes scrutinizing him with a faint air of suspicion. Carl stood his ground, keeping his composure. After a while, Yosef uttered a single word, "Sit." Carl nodded and approached, taking a seat on the sofa facing Yosef. The two of them faced each other, a corpse lying between them. The scene was unsettlingly bizarre. Yosef spoke calmly, "I've been reviewing the performance of the territories you oversee in northern Europe this past year, and overall, the profitability has been exceptional..." Carl flashed a modest smile, "Thank you for acknowledging..." "Too... exceptional." At Yosef's words, Carl's smile froze. Behind his glasses, a glint of unease flashed momentarily before fading away. He lowered his head, "Family head, I'm not sure I understand." "Is that so? I've alw
Downstairs, Doctor Myers anxiously waited in the living room. Seeing John descend, he reported Diana's condition as usual. "Mr. Matthews, rest assured. Through these past few days of checks and analyses, Ms. Thompson's body hasn't shown any abnormalities. Her physical condition is relatively good, and the fetus in her womb has also been examined. For now, everything seems stable." At his words, John's expression remained neutral, but the tension in his eyes visibly relaxed. "Let's change the frequency of these check-ups to once a week for now," John said calmly. Doctor Myers immediately agreed, feeling a wave of relief. Every time he drew Diana's blood, he felt as though he was being stared at by death. A few more times, and he might be the one leaving before Diana. After a moment of silence, John suddenly asked, "Will her condition, being pregnant, have any impact?" Doctor Myers hesitated before replying, "For now, there doesn't seem
"Well, that makes us friends too." With that, Diana reached out and grabbed the hand Neo was holding, pulling Jenny out of the chair. With a tug, Jenny was lifted into Diana's embrace, who was half a head taller than Jenny, especially with her heightening insole. The two of them looked quite compatible. Diana reached out, wrapping her arm around Jenny's slender waist, casting a mischievous smile towards Neo. "Sorry, Neo, but Jenny and I have something to attend to. We'll be heading out now, hope you don't mind." Though phrased as a question, her actions exuded possessiveness. With Jenny in tow, Diana turned towards the exit. Jenny glanced back at Neo. "Um...Neo, I'm leaving with my friend! If there's anything, we can catch up later..." Diana held Jenny tighter against her side. "Stay put, sweetheart. Your time is mine now." Passing by the waitress, Diana casually handed her a card.