NovelBookChapter 753: "I understand." After hanging up, he lit a cigarette, his movements slow and deliberate. “What's Bruce's stance on all this?" The company was teetering on the edge of collapse, and every decision now had to be made with surgical precision.
Until they figured out who was secretly buying the shares, they couldn't afford to make any rash moves.
Leah's eyes met his, her gaze defiant despite the storm swirling around her. She brushed a strand of hair from her face and said, "Since all of this started, he hasn't reached out to me." Corey's expression darkened instantly. His gaze sharpened. "What is going on? Weren't you doing well before?" Not long ago, Leah had spoken with absolute certainty, vowing to secure her place as Bruce's wife. She had insisted-almost defiantly-that the position was hers alone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNow, sitting across from Corey, she felt a wave of frustration rise in her chest. She had no desire to explain herself.
Taking a deep breath, she abruptly pushed back her chair and stood. "Don't worry. I'll win him back soon." Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode out, not sparing Corey a single glance. After leaving his study, Leah wasted no time. She changed her clothes and headed out.
The media frenzy surrounding Leah shouldn't have affected Bruce too much.
However, Ashton Group had recently secured a partnership with Burgess Group. Now that Burgess Group had abruptly breached the contract, Ashton Group was left in a difficult position.
Bruce had personally tried to salvage the situation-apologizing, negotiating—but in the end, his efforts had been futile. The investors refused to budge.
He understood why. Everyone wanted to invest wisely. No one liked uncertainty.
As he sat quietly in his car, his mind wandered back to Corrine. He could almost see her beside him.
If she were here, she wouldn't just stand by and watch the company struggle. She would have found a way to keep the project intact.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut there was no room for "what-ifs" in this world.
"Sir, should we head back to the company or your apartment?" The assistant in the passenger seat glanced at Bruce through the rearview mirror.
In the dim glow of the car's interior, Bruce's chiseled features seemed shadowed with ice. A quiet intensity lingered around him, his aura sharp and unyielding. He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. "Back to the apartment."
The assistant's gaze flickered before he gave a subtle nod to the driver. Twenty minutes later, the car rolled into the underground parking of Platinum Apartments.
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