All Chapters of Falling for the rejected son-in-law: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The gentle rays of the early morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the bedroom. Jada stirred in her slumber, her eyelids fluttering open. Beside her, Chase lay peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath, and she smiled faintly, watching him sleep. Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the serene morning, and she frowned as she reached for it, her fingers fumbling with the device for a moment before she managed to answer the call. "Hello?" she murmured, not wanting to wake Chase because she didn't tell him that she hired a spy to watch Andrew and his family every move. "Boss, it's me," a hushed voice on the other end of the line replied. Eyeing Chase, Jada's heart skipped a beat as she sat in bed, careful not to disturb him. She slipped out from under the covers, her bare feet touching the cold tiles floor. "What is it, X?" she asked almost in a whisper. "I've got some information for you," X s

As the sound of the wind echoed in her ear, Jada gazed out the chopper window while the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the clouds. The hum of the engines and the gentle rocking of the chopper seemed to lull her into a relaxed state, but Chase sat beside her with a furrowed brow and a look of unease.Noticing his frown, Jada reached over and squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him. "Babe, I promise I'll be careful during the entire conference. I'll stick to the schedule, avoid any risky situations, and be back in one piece, okay?"Meeting her soft gaze, Chase managed a weak smile and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze in return. "I know, Jada. It's just that I can't help but worry about you."As her head rested on his shoulder, she leaned in closer, her voice soft and soothing. "I promise I will stay safe, and I won't let anything ruin it."As the whirlybird descended towards its destination, Jada's anticipation grew. She felt reckless with her blood

After Jada handed over the official documents that clearly identified her as the CEO of PNC Group to Mr. Anderson, a hushed murmur swept through the room. Attendees exchanged surprised glances, their curiosity piqued by this unexpected turn of events, and after a few tense moments, Mr. Anderson looked up and addressed the room. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "I have reviewed the documents presented by both Jada Hudson and Andrew Hudson. According to these records, Jada Hudson is indeed the CEO of PNC Group." The room erupted into a mix of gasps, whispers, and stunned expressions. Attendees began discussing the shocking revelation among themselves. The news spread like wildfire, igniting a flurry of conversations that echoed through the conference hall. "Did you hear that? Jada Hudson is the CEO of PNC Group?" "I can't believe Andrew tried to deceive us!" "I thought he was the CEO all along!" What a scandalous man!" Hearing the attendees, who had moments ago been showering h

Enjoying the calmness in the study, Mr. Hudson had just settled into his leather armchair, savoring the peace that surrounded his grand mansion. The dimly lit library was his haven. The crackling fire in the hearth added to the soothing atmosphere, casting flickering shadows across the shelves lined with centuries-old books. As he leafed through the pages of a classic novel, Mr. Hudson's smartphone rang, shattering the peaceful silence. He frowned and retrieved the device from the antique table beside him, his heart quickening with unease at the sight of his son Andrew's name flashing on the device. Swiping the screen to accept the call, Mr. Hudson's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, "Andrew, is that you?" The voice on the other end sounded strained and far away, and Mr. Hudson could sense something was terribly wrong. "Dad, it's me," Andrew replied weakly. "I'm back in the country, but there's been an incident. I fainted, and they rushed me to the hospital." Fear gripped Mr.

The black sedan glided smoothly through the narrow, winding roads of the neighborhood, the tires crunching on the gravel as it approached Chase's mansion. Beatrice Aniston gazed out of the window, her eyes hidden behind a pair of oversized sunglasses as her driver, Mr. Patterson navigated the vehicle expertly. As the mansion loomed into view, Beatrice's heart quickened with anticipation. She had decided to pay Chase a surprise visit, a decision she knew would irk him. 'I am his grandmother, and I have every right to meet him since he has decided to ignore me for weeks and weeks again.' She mumbled at the thought of his anger. The car came to a halt in front of the grand entrance, and Mr. Patterson quickly stepped out, circling around to open Beatrice's door. She emerged gracefully, her posture impeccable despite her age. She adjusted her hat, straightened her dress, and marched up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Butler Jamie, a tall man in his fifties with a balding head,