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Chapter 90

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-27 21:28:04

CARLOS' POV

The screen behind me lights up with the final slide of my presentation. It's a clean detailed graph that shows our revenue climbing steadily over the past two quarters. I let the room fall into silence for a few seconds, savoring their anticipation before I speak again.

"—and if we follow this trend, introducing the Phoenix Expansion Project next month as outlined," I say, "we're projected to increase profits by an additional eighteen percent before the end of the quarter."

I click the remote once more. Another graph appears. This one highlights our competitor’s sluggish growth in comparison. Quiet murmurs spread through the boardroom.

I glance at the long table, where the board members sit in their dark suits. Some are leaning forward, some sit back with their arms crossed — but all with their eyes glued to me. And then, my gaze drifts to the man at the head of the table — my father.

He isn’t leaning forward or sitting stiffly; he is relaxed with a small rare smile tuggin
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  • Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back    Chapter 124

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  • Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back    Chapter 123

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  • Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back    Chapter 119

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  • Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back    Chapter 118

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