Fifteen years ago, Barlow was deeply involved in the competitive bidding for the Sandviken redevelopment project. At that time, Gotrust was at a crucial point in its transformation, and securing this project was pivotal for the company's survival.
Barlow risked almost everything he had, but he also thought about leaving something for his daughter, Emily, in case of failure. He hastily set up two companies independent of the group.
One was a real estate company led by Barlow's sister, Nora Rockefeller, the legal representative. The company held various fixed assets: twenty terraced houses in Sandviken's Moon Bay, commercial and residential apartments in C&D Block A and E, fifty retail spaces in the Trade Center, and the Egret Lake Hot Spring Resort.
The other company was a light-asset operation with an initial capital investment of two hundred million U.S. dollars, helmed by Barlow's brother-in-law, Alston.
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"Since when does the CEO's office interfere with the personnel center? Do you want to start breaking the rules now?"His cold gaze and the rhythmic tapping of his well-defined fingers on the desk seemed to echo ominously in Cornelius's anxious heart. Cornelius trembled slightly, regretting his impulsive suggestion."Mr. Gibson, please give me another chance," Cornelius pleaded, almost in tears.Murray's voice, deep and resonant, carried a warning, "Three strikes and you're out.""Thank you, Mr. Gibson. Thank you," Cornelius said, his face gloomy as he left the office.After dealing with his immediate tasks, Murray picked up his phone and made a call. After three rings, the call was answered."What are you doing?" Murray asked casually, idly spinning a pen on his desk with his slender fingers.Emily responded from the other end, "Jus
Murray entered the hall to find Emily slumped over the table, one hand clutching a wine bottle, the other pillowing her head, motionless as if passed out or asleep.Treading lightly, he approached her, his fingers gently brushing the long hair away from her face. Her delicate features were scrunched in discomfort, even her small nose wrinkled, as if she were still scolding him in her dreams.Murray couldn't help but find the scene amusing. Leaning over her, he observed her closely. She looked like a docile kitten in this state, a stark contrast to the vitriol she had spewed over the phone.Suddenly, Emily's petite nose twitched, her lips slightly parted as she unconsciously licked them, making a lazy murmur. This endearing sight softened Murray's heart, filling him with affection. He couldn't resist leaning down to gently kiss her lips.Startled by the kiss, Emily's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowl
Murray stood motionless, letting her embrace his waist. He asks Malcolm, "Prepare the car.""Right away," Malcolm hurriedly.Soon he returned, "boss, the car is ready."Murray glanced at Emily and sighed helplessly, "Take her with us in the car.""Let me go! What are you trying to do?"Emily began to struggle. The two young servants dared not breathe, restraining her. She was drunk, making her movements sluggish."Murray, you cur, where are you taking me? I won't go. I want to get out of the car. Let me go."Murray, sitting in the front, was already in excruciating pain, and her cursing only added to his headache. In a fit of anger, he shouted, "Stop the car!"The nanny's car screeched to a halt. They were in a transition area between the villa and the city, with no villages ahead or stores behind.
Emily didn't feel like talking with him."Got dumped by a sugar daddy?""Bullied by someone?" Ronald then shook his head, "With your strength, you'd be the one bullying others. Who could bully you?""So, why did you get drunk?" Ronald persisted.Emily, exasperated, replied offhandedly, "Aren't you angry that I beat up your bro?"Ronald leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs, with a mischievous smile, "Well, you're still my 'girlfriend'... For me, brothers are like clothes.""Get lost," Emily laughed despite herself. "I was just frustrated about getting rejected from a job.""That's it?" Ronald looked disappointed, expecting some juicy gossip.Emily stared at the ceiling, "You don't understand."Ronald offered her a cigarette, which she initially refused, but he insisted, placing it in her m
"Good evening, everyone," Ronald greeted, kissing the room's occupants.Emily frowned slightly at his flamboyant entrance, feeling embarrassed.Sensing Ronald's growing exuberance, Emily stepped forward and discreetly pinched his arm. Ronald, snapping back to reality, wrapped an arm around her shoulder and guided her towards Murray.Murray sat with crossed legs and an expressionless face on the sofa. His chiseled features, highlighted under the flickering lights, appeared more profound than ever.Ronald pushed Emily gently towards Murray and leaned in, saying, "Emily wasn't in the best spirits yesterday and accidentally hurt you. She's in the wrong and is here to apologize. Let's put this behind us, shall we?"Murray remained seated, his gaze on his injured right hand, which cast a large shadow under his long eyelashes. It seemed like ages since Emily last saw him, with a strange sense of alienation in the air.Emily's eyes fell on his right
Stacey smiled and placed her hand over the rim of Murray's glass. "Of course not; you're already injured. Do you want to heal too quickly or something?"Murray lowered his eyelids slightly and raised his injured hand before Emily, shaking it slightly. "Did you hear that?"Emily bit her lip, unable to find the words. She had thought that by showing genuine remorse, Murray might be less angry considering her sincere apology.She hoped that if Murray was still willing to talk to her, there might be a chance to reconcile and potentially secure her position at Bucapital. Now, she wondered what she could do to gain his forgiveness.She turned to look for Ronald, hoping he would say something again, only to realize that he had disappeared.Jean had also stepped out to take a phone call.Now Emily stood alone in front of the sofa, ignored and without a seat.&
As she bent down to unbuckle his belt, her hair cascaded over her shoulders, revealing the delicate whiteness of her neck and the fine down that adorned it. The thought of her lips touching there, with their soft, tantalizing caress, made Murray's throat involuntarily tighten.Her fingers danced over his finely sculpted abs, her gaze unwavering, never crossing the line of propriety. Only her ears, flushed a bright red, betrayed her true feelings, making one believe she was otherwise completely unflustered.Murray turned his head, his lips curving into a smile. He waited as Emily stripped him down to his underwear, at which point everything naturally progressed towards the indescribable.They made love twice, once on the sofa and then in the bathroom. He have been satiated, his gaze upon Emily now laced with more tenderness than when he had arrived. She scoffed inwardly, recalling how he had claimed this tactic would grow
Murray stood amidst the crowd, clad in a sleek, charcoal-black outdoor jacket. If not worn well, such functional attire can appear unflattering, but on him, with his broad, straight shoulders, it looked exceptionally stylish.Among the group, he stood out as the most handsome and dashing, his allure only slightly marred by the cast on his right hand. If not for that, he would have looked even more strikingly noble.His soft and smooth bangs lay across his brows, occasionally lifted by his long, curling eyelashes. A gust of wind would playfully lift them, lending an extra charm to his serene eyes. There he stood, calmly observing Stacey and Sam approaching him, his expression as cool and detached as ever.Contrary to Emily's expectation of a dramatic showdown between rivals, no such scene unfolded. Even with the provocation right under her nose, she remained collected.Emily began to doubt whether Mur