THE CEO PLUS-SIZE EX-WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Andrea continued speaking, her voice filled with pain and longing. "When I was just three years old, my father left us, and he never returned. I doubt I would even recognize him if he showed up now. Every evening, my mom would stand by the door, hoping against hope that he would come back, but he never did."The expression on Mr. Singer's face changed dramatically, a mix of guilt, sorrow, and regret washing over him."My mom always believed that my dad would return one day, but he never did, not even when she fell ill. I was in 6th grade at that time, juggling two jobs after school to try to pay her hospital bills..." Andrea's voice broke, tears streaming down her face.Mr. Singer's eyes were red and his fists clenched tightly, mirroring Andrea's pain.Wiping away her tears, Andrea turned away from the window to face Mr. Singer. "During her funeral, he was nowhere to be found. I envied those who had fathers, who could take them to school, spend time with them, and create memories toge

Mr. Singers furrowed his eyebrows, caught off guard by the unexpected emergency meeting. It was evident that arrangements had been made without his knowledge."Andrea, come with me," Mr. Singers said, relieved that he wouldn't have to organize a meeting to introduce Andrea as their future chairman.Andrea tensed up, overwhelmed by the prospect of taking over the Singers group. Despite Mr. Singers' intentions, she doubted her ability to face the board of directors and shareholders. "I'm not feeling well. Can we do this another time?" Andrea's voice quivered, her complexion drained with anxiety evident in her fidgeting.Mr. Singers offered a reassuring smile as he gently took her hand. "This is your company now. Your employees and colleagues should be the ones feeling nervous about meeting you. Remember, a boss is not meant to fear their employees. Don't be the first."Mr. Singers's words had a magical effect on her; her stiffened back relaxed, and her tense nerves eased. Taking her han

Mr. Singers found himself unable to end the conversation with Sylvester, his reluctance driven by his concern for Andrea; he was determined not to let anyone disparage her."Even if I were to hand over Agatha to you, victory would still elude you. A defeated adversary remains defeated; don't let me down in the future. At the very least, put up a respectable fight before succumbing to her," Mr. Singers remarked, his arm offering solace on Andrea's back.Though not explicitly stated, the implication was crystal clear.Sylvester's eyes widened in disbelief; the revelation that Mr. Singers was willing to pass his legacy to an unknown like Andrea left him reeling.He had always assumed that Agatha would succeed him, so this unexpected turn of events left him seething with anger. "Singers, you've lost your mind! This is sheer madness," he muttered involuntarily.Mr. Singers didn't linger to converse further; instead, he grasped Andrea's hand and guided her along the red carpet.As they walk

Mr. Singers remained impassive, his gaze not even flickering towards Mr. Arnold as he delivered his response. "When it concerns Andrea, no action is too extreme. I will not hesitate to offend anyone in my search of her," he stated calmly.The guests erupted in a chorus of gasps and murmurs, with Mr. Arnold visibly teetering on the brink of losing his composure in the face of Mr. Singers' words.Mr. Singers' blatant disregard for Mr. Arnold was palpable, a level of disdain typically reserved for private conversations rather than public displays like this one.Halting the entire event to embark on a search for a woman, described in unflattering terms as "fat and ugly," was unprecedented. Despite the fire of anger blazing in Mr. Arnold's eyes, he found himself unable to voice his frustration, a fact that only served to worsen his already distressed appearance."I will not rest until those responsible for Andrea's disappearance are held accountable," Mr. Singers declared icily, his words

After discarding his gloves, Mr. Singers nonchalantly tossed the gun to one of his subordinates before briskly turning to depart."Mr. Singers, he's a member of the watchdog gang," Tony promptly informed."Eliminate the gang from Sunshine City," Mr. Singers ordered before slipping into his car.Driving away from the warehouse, he made a pit stop at a flower shop on the bustling street, parking his car nearby and stepping inside."What kind of flowers are you looking for?" the florist inquired as Mr. Singers approached the counter.Inexperienced in matters of flowers, Mr. Singers had never bought any before, not even for his deceased wife whom he couldn't afford to then."She's in the hospital. What flowers are best for wishing someone a speedy recovery?" Mr. Singers asked.Observing Mr. Singers closely, the florist shook his head, sensing a lack of effort in Mr. Singers' marital relationship."Sir, it's important to buy her flowers regularly to make her feel happy and maintain her wel