Chapter 15
Author: Sammy
last update2026-09-16 20:27:13

The door of their modest apartment clicked shut, and Angela leaned back against it, her eyes closed.

Her shoulders slouched under the weight of an exhausting day, her hands stiffly clutching the leather briefcase containing the impossible task her grandfather had handed her.

Alfred stepped out from the small kitchen, holding a warm glass of water. He set it down on the narrow entryway table and walked over, gently taking the heavy briefcase from her hand.

“How was your first official day as Ex
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 19 B

    "Who is that?" Sarah gasped, jumping back in fear. "Who could that be?" Alfred raised a brow, his mind drifting to one person: Wilson Simpson. He casually walked over to the entrance and pulled the door open. Standing at the entrance were Wilson Simpson, Richard Simpson, and Zion Simpson. The three men were drenched in cold sweat, their expensive suits wrinkled, and their faces filled with desperate panic. Wilson's eyes went behind Alfred, searching for Angela. He cleared his throat as he spoke in a calm, composed voice. "Alfred, is Angela home?" Alfred stood in the doorway, his tall frame completely blocking the entrance. His expression was calm. "Yes, she is," Alfred replied flatly, making no move to invite them inside. "What business does the great Simpson family have in our modest home? Last night, you celebrated your new Executive Director. Shouldn't you be at the headquarters planning your empire?" Richard’s face flushed with shame and fury, while Zion gritted his teet

  • Chapter 19 A

    The atmosphere inside the main boardroom of the Simpson family headquarters was suffocating.Only hours after Aston Enterprise delivered its crushing notice, emergency legal letters arrived by express courier. Aston Enterprise had officially frozen all linked business accounts, blocked the Simpson family’s supply lines, and filed a formal demand for the five hundred million-dollar breach penalty.If five hundred million dollars left the company’s accounts today, the Simpson family business would collapse into total bankruptcy by tomorrow morning."What are we going to do?" Richard Simpson screamed, tearing at his hair as he paced behind the long conference table. "The bank just called! They're threatening to seize our central warehouse! All our creditors are pulling out because of Aston Enterprise's notice!"Zion sat in his chair, his head buried in his hands. The arrogant smile he wore at the banquet the night before and earlier was completely gone. Sweat dripped from his chin onto h

  • Chapter 18

    The applause inside the Grand Ballroom was hesitant, drowned out by the wave of confused murmurs rippling across the board members. Zion Simpson strutted up the stairs to the stage like a king claiming his throne. He took the podium microphone from his grandfather, flashing a victorious grin at the room. “Thank you, Grandfather! Thank you, members of the board!” Zion’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Under my leadership, the Simpson family business will rise to heights we’ve never seen before! We will show the entire city that true capability belongs to the rightful heir!” Down in the audience, Sarah Simpson covered her mouth, bursting into anger and panic. “They tricked us! George, do something! They stole Angela’s seat right in front of everyone!” George Simpson glared at his father and his brother. And then He simply looked down at his shoes, feeling defeated. Angela stood silent on the marble floor. The triumphant laughter of her cousin echoed in her ears like a nightmare

  • Chapter 17

    “My wife didn’t sleep with anyone to get the contract. You are just so delusional or blind to see the real picture. My wife made some adjustments to the documents you gave to her. Unlike you, who couldn’t see clearly, she made some adjustments, and when Aston looked through it, he saw something with vision and not those dead proposals you have always sent to him.”Alfred stood behind his wife with a smile. “What are you doing here? Who called you into this meeting? Leave now before I call security.”Alfred didn’t flinch. “You can’t send me away; My wife is the director of this company, and I leave if she wants me to.”“You good for nothing…”Grandpa Wilson slammed his hands across the desk, interrupting Zion, whose face was burning with anger. He couldn’t shake the unsettling feelings that engrossed his mind.He looked at Angela. “I know you want the position of director, and at the same time I want to know the truth. Are you sure you got this from Aston Enterprise?”Meanwhile, at

  • Chapter 16

    Angela held her breath as she stepped into Aston Enterprise. Every instinct gained from years of being pushed around by the Simpson family told her to expect security guards to step forward, check her credentials, and rudely direct her to the street. Instead, the moment her foot touched the top step of the entrance, the heavy glass doors glided open. Two lines of senior corporate executives, dressed in sharp black suits, stood perfectly aligned inside the marble lobby. Standing right in the centre was Theodore Aston himself. He was a broad-shouldered man in his late forties, with a sharp jawline, short grey hair, and an intimidating presence that usually made lower-level businessmen break into a sweat. Angela froze, her fingers tightening around her bag. She assumed a high-ranking politician or a foreign billionaire must be walking in right behind her. She took a step to the side to get out of the way. Theodore Aston’s eyes swept past her, catching a fleeting glance of Alfred sta

  • Chapter 15

    The door of their modest apartment clicked shut, and Angela leaned back against it, her eyes closed. Her shoulders slouched under the weight of an exhausting day, her hands stiffly clutching the leather briefcase containing the impossible task her grandfather had handed her.Alfred stepped out from the small kitchen, holding a warm glass of water. He set it down on the narrow entryway table and walked over, gently taking the heavy briefcase from her hand.“How was your first official day as Executive Director?” he asked softly, his voice steady.Angela let out a long breath, sliding off her high heels. She walked into the living room and sank onto the worn sofa, burying her face in her hands.“It’s a trap, Alfred,” she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion. “Grandfather didn’t give me the director’s seat to honour his words. He gave it to me so he could destroy me publicly.”Alfred sat down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her back. “Tell me what he demanded.”Angela sat

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App