Remorse After Breaking Up

The Smith family urgently gathered for a pivotal family meeting.

Elijah was sitting at the head of the table, his expression incredibly grave. “As you all know, we invested all our money into the Skylink project. Now that the Shadowtiger Group has collapsed and the project has been forced to halt, our family’s downfall seems imminent.”

Elijah looked much older than before. The Smith family used to project a strong image, even if they were struggling behind the scenes. But they teetered on the brink of bankruptcy now.

Lyra was the first to voice up, “Grandpa, the Skylink project was all Lillian’s doing. If our Smith family goes bankrupt, she’ll be the main culprit!”

“Exactly, this trouble was all caused by that wretch. She must take full responsibility,” Belinda accused angrily.

Jamie and Lucas cast the blame on Lillian. Even Ronan and Evelyn mocked her.

Tears streamed down Lillian’s face. She was feeling a torrent of hurt. She had pursued the Skylink project intending to benefit the family, never anticipating such a dice outcome..

However, she recognized that tears were futile. She composed herself and said, “Grandpa, I acknowledge my part in this crisis. But dwelling on the past won’t help us now.

“We need to focus on sohing our immediate financial problems. The company needs a minimum of one billion dollars right away to avoid collapse. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Shut up!” Elijah’s sharp rebuke silenced the room as he fixed Lillian with a stem glare. “Were it not for your imprudent ambitions, our family wouldn’t be facing this dire predicament”

Belinda added with disdain,” would’ve occurred.”

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ss do you h

have running

ing a company? Had you simply agreed to the arranged marriage with the Harris family, none of this

Lillian pleaded tearfully, “Grandpa, please trust me. I’m committed to steering the Smith Group through this crisis.”

Fury laced Elijah’s voice as he said, “Our two billion dollars gone, most of it in loans! With a hole that vast in our finances, how do you even plan to fix this? We could sell everything you own and it wouldn’t be enough to cover this mess.”

“Grandpa, Thave a suggestion,” Lyra intervened.

“what is it?” plijah asked desperately.

Lyra suggested with a confident smile playing on her lips. “Mr. Harris seems quite taken with our cousin, Lillian. Perhaps she could speak with him? I’m certain he would be willing to inject one billion dollars to assist us.”

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Elijah turned to Lillian. “That’s our course of action. Approach Mr. Harris at once. Whatever it takes, secure his financial backing of one billion dollars.”

“Grandpa, but I-”

“Silence!” Elijah cut her off.

He said with a chilling tone, “If you fail to secure the funding from Mr. Harris, don’t bother returning ”

Meanwhile, Steven sat stiffly in the grand CEO’s office of the Harris Group.

A young woman in a business suit bustled around him, her cheerful efficiencya poor match for Steven’s darkening mood. No matter what she did, he felt increasingly on edge.

“Mr. Harris, this isn’t working. Perhaps it’s time to consider a hospital visit,” she suggested.

“How dare you mock me!” Steven’s anger erupted instantly, resulting in him striking the woman across the face twice.

“Mr. Harris, please, I didn’t mean any offense,” the woman pleaded, recoiling in tear and confusion. She had done her utmost, yet Steven remained unaffected.

“Get off!” he commanded furiously, “Sebastian, you fiend, you’ve rendered me powerless. I swear, I won’t rest until you’re dealt with!”

In a fit of rage, he swept his desk clean of its contents

Steven’s deep–seated animosity toward Sebastian originated from a public slap at the bidding event, which not only humiliated him but also led to his current impotence

Despite changing partners and trying various seductions daily, he hasn’t shown the slightest biological response.

sent Sebastian’s slap,

He went to the hospital for a check–up, but nothing was found wrong with him. In the end, the diagnosis was a psychological disorder. All of this was because of which made him hate Sebastian so much that he wanted to skin him alive.

While Steven muulled over his vendetta, the woman he had dismissed cautiously re–entered.

“Damn! I made myself clear, didn’t I? What makes you think you can come back? Are you seeking death?” Steven bellowed, intimidating the woman. “Ma Huth, Ms. Lillian Smith from the Smith Group is here. She’s requesting to see you,” she informed, her voice quivering with J