Chapter 132- new CEO
A sudden thought surged in Charles’s mind—the idea of buying and rebuilding the old, abandoned resort Janet had lived in before the age of nine. He had been considering it for a while, and now, it felt like the right time.
"Why?" Janet blinked at him in surprise. Was this what Samantha had whispered to him earlier?
"No reason. Just consider it a wedding gift," Charles said, his voice low and gentle. Through her dark eyes, he saw the flicker of sorrow hidden deep within. Even Samantha had noticed it earlier. Charles reached over and clasped her hand—still so cold. Could it be that even now, he couldn’t warm her heart?
Janet’s wide eyes turned back to the window. Somewhere along the way, fireworks had bloomed overhead, bursting in brilliant colors. Ashes drifted down from the sky, fading into specks on the ground—disappearing just like the pain in her chest.
That night, for the first time in a long while, Janet slept soundly. Surrounded by his comforting scent, she found peace only in his arms. Charles’s slender fingers gently brushed her smooth cheek. He sighed, heart heavy—even in sleep, her brows were tightly furrowed. What should he do to ease her pain?
Within a week, Charles had successfully acquired the entire Louis Corporation.
When Harold received the news that the company was no longer his, he collapsed into his office chair, utterly defeated. All those years of hard work—vanished overnight. His life’s efforts now belonged to someone else.
"Dad, is there really no way to turn things around?" Ternence rushed into the office. His father’s disheveled hair had turned nearly white. His bloodshot eyes revealed days without sleep. The once-proud man was now completely broken.
He had abandoned Cornelia for power and prestige, swallowing his pride under the Zhong family’s thumb. Was this karma? Retribution for his past?
"I’m afraid Charles’s goal wasn’t just the company," Harold muttered, a dark premonition gnawing at his gut. Just a while ago, Charles had even offered him a way out. And now? Ruthless and absolute. The sudden blow felt personal—targeted.
"Is it... because of Janet?" Ternence asked, hesitant. He couldn’t be sure. Janet was kind—too kind. Even if she had no love left for this family, she wasn’t someone who held grudges. She was his little sister, the girl he once doted on. He knew her better than anyone.