Breakfast had just finished, and Lucas King had already driven over.
Before getting off the car, Alia wanted to ask him if he could co back for New Year’s Eve dinner, but considering Emma Carter’s illness and the ss at the company, she decided against it. Instead, she reminded him, "Don’t worry about us. Just spend ti with your parents. Send a video when you can."
"Alright." Christopher dared not make any promises, afraid of sudden changes that might prevent him from coming over, leaving her waiting in vain.
So, he softly replied, pulled her in for a gentle kiss on the forehead, and said, "Go inside. It’s cold out here."
"Bye-bye..."
As the car drove away, Christopher took out his phone and opened the stock market app, the gloom on his face seed to stubbornly linger.
Suddenly, the screen switched, and Benny Palr called.
"Hey..." Facing his friend, he didn’t hide his feelings, his tone slowly showing his agitation, "Did you see the news too?"
"Yeah, now the entire River City’s business circle knows about it, right? Christopher, what’s your plan? Can we fight them off with such a fierce opponent?"
Christopher chuckled lightly, "Would you believe if I said I wasn’t confident?"
"How could I not! You are Christopher Hart! You took over Seal-Cloud Corporation in your early twenties and created nurous business legends! The old man’s vision back then wouldn’t have been wrong."
"That was in the earlier years with a better economic climate. With today’s backdrop, I truly can’t guarantee."
"Don’t say discouraging things, bear with it. In the end, it’s just a capital ga, right? Don’t worry, you still have brothers here!"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Wow, hearing you thank in this lifeti is really rare!"
Christopher laughed again, "Was my image that bad before?"
"Bah, you hardly had any image before!"
"..."
Seeing him rendered speechless by the jab, Young Master Palr sighed, "Alia Garcia is truly impressive. She managed to ta you, the Tyrant King, making you talk like a normal person every day. I’m really impressed by her!"
"Shut up!" Christopher replied irritably, hanging up the call.
However, pondering for a mont, he seed to realize he had indeed changed a bit.
"Lucas King."
"Hmm?"
"Have I... changed recently?"
Lucas, concentrating on driving, glanced at the rearview mirror, his expression clearly cautious, "President Hart... you an, in what aspect?"
"Forget it, pretend I didn’t say anything."
Lucas suddenly understood and loudly said, "Oh! You’ve been particularly approachable and down-to-earth lately."
"..." Christopher’s face turned colder.
Does this an he used to be like a Tyrant King?
Forget it, not bothering to argue, as long as his Alia likes how he is, it’s fine.
Thinking of that woman made his heart soften again.
They had just parted and he was already missing her.
He wished he had so magic to shrink her, keep her in his pocket, carry her everywhere, take her out when he missed her, kiss, hug, lift her up high, maybe even do sothing...
Thinking about doing sothing together, he rembered sothing particularly important, "By the way, Lucas King, buy a bed and send it to Madam later."
"A bed?"
"Yeah, not too big, a ter and a half would do."
Lucas understood when hearing it’s a ter and a half bed, "Is it for the two little young masters to sleep separately?"
"I told you to buy it, just do it. Why ask so many questions!"
Can’t he and Alia sleep on a ter and a half bed? He deliberately wanted a smaller bed so they could sleep closer and hug tighter!
Such a romantic idea, how could a single person understand?
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When Christopher arrived at the hospital, Dunn Hart and his group were already waiting.
Outside the hospital room corridor, seven or eight people stood there, including Dunn Hart’s grandchildren.
George Hart was also aware of this matter, and when he saw his son coming, he quickly ca forward and said, "Your resignation wasn’t approved by the board! Your Uncle Dunn knows he was wrong. After all, we’re a family, minor conflicts aside, we need to unite now to fend off external enemies during such critical tis!"
Christopher knew his father always cared about the family’s reputation and didn’t want to argue with him. He rely smiled coldly and then looked at Dunn Hart, quite surprised, raising an eyebrow, "Uncle Dunn realized he was wrong? Wrong about what?"
"Christopher!" George Hart called out in a deep voice.
But Christopher, unyieldingly, with eyes fixed on Dunn Hart, awaited a clear explanation from him.
Dunn Hart’s old face showed a colorful expression, stamred for a while, and then had no choice but to confess all the "good deeds" he had done over the past few months.
How he was unwilling, how he wanted to gain power for his son, how he thought of teaming up with Peak Mountain, how he guided the "enemy" to gradually eat up stocks, how he discovered Peak Mountain’s ambitious plans, and how he realized he’d been deceived and befriended a wolf...
Initially, George Hart thought his son’s attitude was overly arrogant, disrespectful to elders, but his anger flared up after hearing his cousin’s confession.
"You are truly ignorant! Did Christopher treat you all badly during his reign? Everyone in your family has a position in the company, the year-end dividends were never short! You’re insatiably greedy!" George Hart reprimanded harshly.
"Yes, I... I was just montarily befuddled... Plus, over the past six months, Christopher’s attention... hasn’t been on the company; he’s entangled with Alia Garcia, causing trouble for the company multiple tis. Isn’t she a fem fatale? It’s not only who has opinions; the third family also has their complaints—"
The so-called third family is another Hart household.
Christopher remained silent, but when Dunn Hart implicated his beloved woman, his face turned dark, and he retaliated, "Since when did my personal affairs beco Uncle Dunn’s business?"
"I... It’s just the truth! That woman is beautiful, and history shows heroes often succumb to beauty. I was young once, I understand you—but, that woman’s cunning was evident from when she faked her death and secretly left with the kids, but you’re just a fool, cherishing her blindly—"
Christopher’s expression got colder, his icy face seeming like frost, "If in Uncle Dunn’s eyes I’m no different from a foolish Tyrant King, why even bother calling back? Anyway, I’ve already submitted my resignation, and before Peak Mountain fully controls Seal-Cloud, Uncle Dunn will be the one in charge."
With those words, without waiting for Dunn Hart’s response, he entered the hospital room without expression.
Dunn Hart was anxious, hurriedly shouting apologies, "Christopher, I shouldn’t have said those things about her, okay? The company really can’t do without you now! Christopher—"
At that mont, Dunn Hart could never have imagined that Alia Garcia, whom he deed a disaster, would later beco Seal-Cloud Corporation’s savior.
In the hospital room, Emma Carter was awake.
Seeing her son’s face clouded, fists clenched like he was ready for a fight, she knew she shouldn’t fuel the fire, but couldn’t help saying, "Look, it’s not just us who think this way. Anyone with eyes can see Alia Garcia is up to no good; she’s after your..."
"Mom! When can you wake up to reality?" Christopher suddenly raised his voice, startling Emma Carter, her face turning pale, but she dared not speak again.
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