anwhile, Aurora’s phone buzzed with a new ssage. She glanced at the screen, her expression unreadable, and without a hint of emotion, she pocketed her phone.
She had spent the afternoon shopping, moving from store to store with effortless grace. Despite the unwanted attention she had drawn earlier, she remained unbothered.
The day wasn’t wasted; she had picked out a few essentials, both for herself and for Jenny.
Holding onto the shopping bags, she made her way toward her car. The evening air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of city life.
At the Brown Group headquarters, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Employees moved about cautiously, sensing the charged air that surrounded their CEO.
Veronica took a deep breath and knocked on the heavy wooden door of Alexander’s office.
"Co in," a deep, magnetic voice resonated from inside.
Steeling herself, she pushed the door open and stepped in. Her eyes imdiately landed on Alexander, who sat behind his massive desk, exuding an air of power and dominance. The sight of him made her heart race, but she quickly composed herself.
With carefully asured steps, she approached his desk, lowering her gaze slightly to appear vulnerable. "Good afternoon, Alexander," she greeted him, her voice hoarse as if she had been crying for a long ti.
Her red-rimd eyes, the slight tremble in her lips, and the way she clutched the edge of her coat—it was all ticulously planned. She had crafted the perfect image of a wronged woman, fragile and pitiful, soone who had suffered yet remained graceful in her pain.
Alexander, surrounded by a dark, suffocating aura, lifted his gaze to et hers. His cold, emotionless eyes locked onto Veronica, the weight of his scrutiny pressing down on her like an unmovable force.
But then, sothing shifted.
The icy sharpness in his stare softened, the frost lting just enough to reveal a flicker of sothing unreadable. His expression remained unreadable, yet the intensity of his presence lessened.
Veronica took a deep breath, composing herself before speaking in a firm yet humble tone. Feigning that she was here strictly for business, she got straight to the point.
"Mr. Brown, I’m sure you’re aware of the situation my company is currently facing. To be honest, I feel ashad to co here like this, but it seems that soone has a false perception of us. We haven’t offended anyone powerful, yet we are being deliberately targeted."
She paused, her voice wavering ever so slightly as if burdened by the weight of the situation. Then, without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before him.
"I don’t expect any help from you," she continued, her head lowered in apparent humility. "I will do everything in my power to resolve this matter on my own. However, I have only one request—please allow to attend the press conference and maintain our business partnership with Brown Group."
Her red-rimd eyes shimred as she gazed up at him, silently pleading, her entire deanor that of a woman wronged yet determined.
Alexander rose from his seat, his towering presence making Veronica feel even smaller as he walked toward her. His expression remained unreadable, his aloof nature unchanged as he looked down at her kneeling figure.
"Get up," he said, his voice deep and firm, leaving no room for refusal.
Veronica hesitated for a mont before slowly rising to her feet, her heart pounding in anticipation. She searched his face for any sign of sympathy, but his cold deanor remained intact.
"I’ve already looked into the matter," Alexander continued, his tone composed and indifferent. "You don’t need to worry. You are an important part of our team, and we will maintain the partnership with your company. The deal is still on."
His words, though reassuring, carried no warmth—just a simple statent of facts. But for Veronica, it was enough. She lowered her gaze slightly, concealing the flicker of triumph in her eyes.
With that, Alexander dialed Derek’s number.
"Have you found out who was behind it?" he asked, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable edge.
Whatever was said on the other end of the line made the air around Alexander turn ice-cold. His aura darkened, and his expression twisted into sothing lethal.
His grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white as his eyes glead with unrestrained malice.
Who the hell had the audacity to make a move against the Brown Group?
The Brown Group wasn’t just the largest conglorate in Sumr City—it had an iron grip on multiple industries, a reputation that extended worldwide.
Under Alexander’s leadership, it had reached new heights, becoming untouchable in both the corporate world and the underworld.
He had built a network so vast that very few dared to stand against him.
Yet now, soone had crossed the line. Soone had tried to sabotage what he had spent years protecting.
His jaw clenched as he ran a hand through his hair, his mind already calculating his next move. Whoever it was, they had just signed their own death warrant.
"I want everything on them. Every detail. No matter how small," Alexander ordered in a dangerously low voice.
"And when I find out who it is..." He exhaled sharply, his fury barely contained. "They will regret ever being born."
Seeing the storm brewing in Alexander’s eyes, Veronica smirked coldly but quickly concealed it, lowering her gaze. In the next second, she feigned concern, her voice laced with false humility.
"It’s okay, Mr. Brown," she said softly, her tone trembling just enough to appear vulnerable. "I can handle myself, you don’t have to worry about ."
She let out a shaky sigh, her fingers twisting together as if she were holding back emotions.
Then, as if she were struggling with guilt, she added, "Although... it seems like this is all my fault. Because of , the Smiths are facing this issue.
If I hadn’t been born... if I hadn’t taken the love of my mother and father... Aurora wouldn’t have hated so much."
Her voice broke at the end, her shoulders trembling ever so slightly. She looked up at Alexander with red-rimd eyes, as if she had been holding back tears for too long. It was the perfect image of a woman burdened with guilt, trying to be strong despite the weight of her sorrow.
She carefully observed Alexander’s expression, waiting for the mont his heart would soften. After all, n always had a weakness for pitiful won.
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