NovelBookChapter 628: "I heard you were hospitalized recently," she remarked, her voice smooth and unhurried.
"You seem in good spirits now, so I assyour recovery has gone well." For the briefest moment, Carl's eyes flickered with an unreadable glint. He had gone to great lengths to keep his hospitalization under wraps, wary of unnecessary speculation and the unrest it might stir within the company. Only his immediate family and Quentin had been privy to the truth. But Andromache, who seemed to know everything, had casually thrown it into the open, making a calculated display of her reach and influence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"The Ford family has long maintained its dominance in Lyhaton, largely thanks to your efforts, Mr. Ford," she continued, her words precise.
"But tcatches up with all of us, does it not? Perhaps it is tto consider stepping down, letting someone else take the reins. A decision like that would only enhance your reputation for wisdom and foresight." A chill settled over the room. The younger attendees exchanged quick glances, curiosity flickering in their eyes, along with a quiet, unspoken amusement. For decades, the Ford family had ruled Lyhaton, their wealth and power forming an unshakable empire. Sadmired them, others envied them, and a few had long waited for the day their reign would begin to wane. Andromache had just voiced what many secretly wished to see. "And in your esteemed opinion, Ms. Hopkins, who do you believe is capable of filling my grandfather's shoes?" Corrine leaned forward, resting her arm on the table. Her slender fingers traced the edge of a silver steak knife, the metal cool beneath her touch. A slow smile curled her lips, yet a faint iciness lingered in her gaze.
Andromache met Corrine's stare, her expression unreadable.
"Being the wealthiest is nothing more than a fleeting title,” she mused.
"Today, it belongs to the Ford family. Tomorrow, it could just as easily belong to another. Do you not think so?" If her previous words had carried a hint of suggestion, this time, she left no room for ambiguity. She was openly declaring that the title of the richest family in Lyhaton was up for the taking.
Corrine rolled the knife lightly between her fingers. The blade caught the glow of the crystal chandelier, flashing coldly-though not nearly as cold as the glint in her eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt that moment, it becpainfully clear why Andromache wasn't popular among most people. She had earned that reputation entirely on her own.
From his seat, Jules felt his pulse quicken, his mind racing ahead to the worst possibilities. Would Corrine actually lunge across the table and drive that knife straight into Andromache? Beside her, Moses watched Corrine with interest. Her lashes lowered, shielding her thoughts, but the air around her had shifted. Gone was her usual air of poised elegance. Instead, there was something sharp, something razor-edged almost predatory.
For a moment, Moses was reminded of Nate.
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A tall, commanding figure stepped into view. Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, his features m chiseled and aristocratic, the man exuded an aura so powerful it seemed to alter the very air in the room. The tension thickened, the weight of his presence pressing down on the space like a shifting tide.
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