All Chapters of The Silent Heir: Chapter 11
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Won't Show You To The Door
"Since all is done, why don't you take your leave, young Master Aiden?" Rowan smiled gently, turning to Aiden and pointing at the door. Aiden's expression instantly darkened, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Rowan. "You..." he said through clenched teeth. "Hurry up, young Master," Rowan chuckled, his voice laced with mockery. "We won't be seeing you out." "Fine," Aiden scowled, turning around, his gaze becoming fierce. "If that's how you want to do things, then we'll meet at the pitch tomorrow. We'll see how things will go then." Rowan nodded gently and didn't say a word. Was there the need for him to say anything? The pharmaceutical company they were fighting for belonged to him. So, as long as he let out the word, no one would get the contract. So why in hell would he be worried about a clown? "I...." "Young Master Aiden, my husband has been polite enough to show you the door. Do not let me invite in the guards," Zora's voice cut through the air, interrupting Aiden, who wa
Pressuring
(The Next Day) "You stay back at the company; I'll head to Aurex Biopharmaceuticals alone," Zora spoke as she walked towards the exit, holding a stack of files. "But...." "You are not coming with me; absolutely not," Zora spoke even before Rowan could think about pleading. There was no way she was going to let that happen. Not only was she afraid that Rowan might run his mouth again, she didn't want Aiden to target him. After all, the latter was despicable and would do anything in order to get what he wanted. She didn't want to see Rowan become his victim. "Fine, I'll stay back and convince the shareholders that you'll get the contract, and also, that way, I'll force them to hand over their shares," Rowan chuckled, agreeing, knowing he had no other choice but to listen to his wife. "Good," Zora smiled and walked away, her heart in chaos, wondering how the pitch was going to go. First, there would be a whole lot of companies coming to lay down their pitch. Though according to
Five Percent
"Zora!" The shareholders gasped the moment they heard the voice, even before Zora walked into the conference room. "I knew you all didn't have any confidence in me getting the contract," Zora continued, throwing the contract across the table, letting it slide towards the shareholders as she sat. Glancing at Rowan who stood with a smile on his face, she couldn't help but chuckle lightly. Out of everyone, he was the only one who firmly believed she was going to get the contract. She couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart. After all, no one who had expected the husband she was forced to marry a few days ago would be willing to believe in them this much. Pushing back the thoughts, she looked at the shareholders who were flipping through the contract, their eyes opening wide with each second, looking like they were going to fall off. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Zora had actually gotten the contract. That wasn't right. That shouldn't be the case, right? Somethin
Lead
(A week later) Rowan sat on the sofa, munching an apple, scrolling casually through his phone. It had been a week since the company secured the contract. Zora had been busy, and she had refused to let him help in any way. Besides, he figured out she had her style of doing things, so trying to forcibly find his way in wouldn't be too good. It was better to watch from the sides. If anything were to happen, he was going to take care of it. Just as Rowan thought this, his phone suddenly buzzed, popping up with Dominic's name. Seeing this, he answered the call. "Sir," Dominic said, sounding rather carefree. "What's wrong?" "There's a lead on the matter you asked me to look into," Dominic answered, his voice turning serious. Instantly, the atmosphere around Rowan tightened and his voice turned cold. "Wait for me, I'll be there." Without waiting for Dominic's reply, he ended the call, placed the last piece of fruit into his mouth, and looked at the empty office. Zora was not arou
Greet Her
His wife soon reached him again. The car stopped in front of him a little too sharply, and when the window rolled down, her expression was far from composed this time. Zora looked irritated, her brows slightly furrowed, lips pressed like she had been forced into something she didn’t want to do. “Get in,” she said. No explanation or greeting. Such a feisty wife. Rowan chuckled softly, his tone calm but lightly teasing. “That’s fast. Change of mind already?” Zora rolled her eyes like she didn’t have the patience for him. “Don’t overthink it. Just get in.” Rowan didn’t press further. He opened the door and got in smoothly, leaning back as she drove off without another word, her grip on the wheel a bit tighter than before. The silence in the car was not comfortable, but Rowan didn’t mind. He simply watched the road ahead, his expression calm, like he had already figured out the reason. Soon, the car slowed and entered a large compound, the gates opening automatically as they drov
Yess?
Stepping out of the house, Rowan let out a slow breath and shook his head once, the air hitting his face as if to clear whatever was left behind in that place. He stood there for a moment without moving, his expression calm again, like everything that just happened had already been filed away and sealed. Then he reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed a number. “Pick me up,” he said simply. “I’ll send the address.” He ended the call without waiting for a reply. Less than three minutes later, the quiet street was filled with the low hum of engines as a line of black luxury cars pulled up in perfect order, stopping neatly in front of him like a trained formation. The doors opened almost at the same time, and a man in his late forties stepped out from the front car, his posture straight, his presence steady as he walked toward Rowan. “Sir,” the man said respectfully, stopping a short distance away. “The car is ready.” Rowan didn’t respond immediately. He just loo
Yess?
Stepping out of the house, Rowan let out a slow breath and shook his head once, the air hitting his face as if to clear whatever was left behind in that place. He stood there for a moment without moving, his expression calm again, like everything that just happened had already been filed away and sealed. Then he reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed a number. “Pick me up,” he said simply. “I’ll send the address.” He ended the call without waiting for a reply. Less than three minutes later, the quiet street was filled with the low hum of engines as a line of black luxury cars pulled up in perfect order, stopping neatly in front of him like a trained formation. The doors opened almost at the same time, and a man in his late forties stepped out from the front car, his posture straight, his presence steady as he walked toward Rowan. “Sir,” the man said respectfully, stopping a short distance away. “The car is ready.” Rowan didn’t respond immediately. He just loo
Leave!
The air seemed to freeze the moment the voice sounded.Instantly, all the ladies turned around sharply, wanting to see who it was. But the moment they laid eyes on the figure, they froze and swallowed.Without uttering another word, the ladies scrambled out of the infirmary, not daring to look back."Miss..." Alice panicked, walking forward, not knowing what to say as she glanced at Leon, who seemed rather relaxed.It was unexpected for the president to come here, and yet she had. What the heck was happening?Camila, on the other hand, glanced at Leon, who sat comfortably, acting as if he couldn't see her, which made something in her heart stir.Though she had said they were not going to interfere in each other's private lives, that didn't mean he was going to flirt with other ladies in the company during work time."Miss, you can't blame Dr. Leon; it was the ladies who said they were sick and needed treatment," Alice spoke, breaking the silence, noticing the slight frown on Camila's
Never again
Stepping out of the house, Rowan let out a slow breath and shook his head once, the air hitting his face as if to clear whatever was left behind in that place. He stood there for a moment without moving, his expression calm again, like everything that just happened had already been filed away and sealed. Then he reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed a number. “Pick me up,” he said simply. “I’ll send the address.” He ended the call without waiting for a reply. Less than three minutes later, the quiet street was filled with the low hum of engines as a line of black luxury cars pulled up in perfect order, stopping neatly in front of him like a trained formation. The doors opened almost at the same time, and a man in his late forties stepped out from the front car, his posture straight, his presence steady as he walked toward Rowan. “Sir,” the man said respectfully, stopping a short distance away. “The car is ready.” Rowan didn’t respond immediately. He
A Visit
Stepping out of the house, Rowan let out a slow breath and shook his head once, the air hitting his face as if to clear whatever was left behind in that place. He stood there for a moment without moving, his expression calm again, like everything that just happened had already been filed away and sealed. Then he reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed a number. “Pick me up,” he said simply. “I’ll send the address.” He ended the call without waiting for a reply. Less than three minutes later, the quiet street was filled with the low hum of engines as a line of black luxury cars pulled up in perfect order, stopping neatly in front of him like a trained formation. The doors opened almost at the same time, and a man in his late forties stepped out from the front car, his posture straight, his presence steady as he walked toward Rowan. “Sir,” the man said respectfully, stopping a short distance away. “The car is ready.” Rowan didn’t respond immediately. He just loo