All Chapters of Reborn For Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

**Emma's POV**"What are you doing today?” Amory asks, turning to face me, his fingers grazing the car keys as he gets ready to leave for work.I glance up from my laptop, forcing a smile, “Just going over the shareholder list.”Amory chuckles, his grin contagious. “You’re always so busy. Never stopping, even for a breath.” His teasing makes me feel lighter, but the day’s worries still cling to me.I laugh softly, leaning in close. “Neither do you. Aren’t you supposed to start at Emgrand Group next week?”“Yeah, but you know me. I have loose ends to tie up before then. Guess we’re more alike than we think,” he says, leaning over to plant a quick peck on my cheek. The sound of it makes my heart flip, but it’s the warmth in his eyes that truly undoes me.Then, he pauses and pulls me into a real kiss, one that leaves my cheeks flushed. I swat his arm playfully, but it’s impossible not to smile as he grins at me.“Much better mood now,” he quips, sliding into the driver’s seat with a wink

**Hannah Smith's POV**I made my way to the upscale cooking class with purpose, the sound of my heels echoing confidently behind me. The instructor, Patricia, was on the shareholders list and, owning 5% of the company shares, I couldn’t afford her support to slip away. I’d sent Mr. Foden to arrange a meeting, but she’d refused. Now I was here to convince her myself.As I reached the building, a sharp burst of anticipation surged through me. She wouldn't be able to resist my offer once she saw me in person. With each step, my confidence swelled. But as I approached the window, a knot tightened in my chest, stopping me dead in my tracks.Through the glass, I could see Patricia—she wasn’t alone. She was sitting with Emma. My heart pounded against my ribs, a fierce, unrelenting thud. Shock, confusion, and dread crashed over me all at once. I barely kept my balance as I leaned closer, straining to hear their conversation.I stifled a gasp, my hand flying to my mouth as the reality of what

**Emma's POV**The shareholders’ meeting was today, but Grandfather was still missing. I had been bracing myself for whatever Hannah would try to push through without him. As we gathered, the atmosphere was tense. The officials settled, and the coordinator began.“Hello, we will now begin Smith’s Group special shareholders meeting. The chairwoman will now kick us off.”Hannah stood, her confidence radiating as she took the stage. Her voice carried through the room.“Hello, shareholders. My name is Hannah Smith. Thank you for taking the time from your busy schedules to attend this shareholders’ meeting.”A smattering of applause followed, but both Amory and I remained still, watching her every move. My mother, seated a few rows away, also sat quietly, her gaze fixed on Hannah.“The first item on the agenda is the internal CEO transition. The resolution to dismiss Chairman Henry due to his health issues… we will now vote on the first agenda item. Are there any opposing shareholders pres

**Amory’s POV**From where I sat, I watched Hannah and Davis Noah talking in the distance, each of their gestures revealing snippets of tension and conspiracy. Davis handed Hannah a key, and, after a few quick words, she went inside the motel, leaving him alone outside.I leaned on the horn to signal Davis, drawing his attention to my parked car. He glanced around, then walked over, opening the back door and sliding in behind me, his face a mix of curiosity and suspicion.“How did you know she’d come here?” he asked in a low voice, clearly puzzled.I smirked, keeping my eyes fixed on the building in front of us. “Who else would Hannah turn to in her current situation?” I replied. Davis was her only option now that her influence was dwindling.He nodded, exhaling sharply as he processed my words. “She says she’ll pay me ten million dollars to kill a girl named Emma,” he admitted bluntly, clearly testing my reaction.I kept my expression neutral, though a wave of disgust rose within me.

**Emma’s POV**I was inside my room, packing up my paintings with a heavy heart. Each piece reminded me of the painful memories I was trying to let go. I wrapped one in brown paper, the sound of scissors cutting through the silence.“What are you doing?” Amory's voice echoed through the room, startling me.I turned toward the door, watching him step in. “I’m decluttering my paintings. I don’t want to make sad paintings like these anymore,” I explained, glancing back at the piece I was wrapping.“Don’t throw them away,” he said softly, a cheerful undertone in his voice.“Why not?” I asked, surprised by his reaction.“Because they’re good. Your paintings are really good,” he reassured, his words genuine and kind.I couldn’t help but smile. It felt amazing to hear such encouragement from him, someone I deeply cared about.I looked down, continuing to wrap another canvas. “Since when do you like them?” I paused, turning to face him. “But you know the paintings Hannah sold abroad?”“Yeah,”