Semua Bab Return Of The Forsaken Madam : Bab 11 - Bab 20

“I can’t take this anymore!” Chairman Hewitt’s voice echoed in the conference room.He was the next major shareholder of Ivy organization after Patricia and had the right to protest.He stood on his feet, threatening, “it’s either the president show his face or step down. He must do either of the two.”The directors on his side stood up. He had planned it with them so they backed him up immediately.“He should show his face!”“Yes!”“If the president can’t reveal himself, he can step down!”“Yes!”“He should!”“He must step down!”“A coward can’t be our president!”“Never!”Bastian watched them pour out their minds and discharge a deep breath. He was fed up with emergency meetings which the shareholders had made a norm to call weekly.All they talked about was the president to show his face so he was tired of explaining and calming them.“Directors.” He called. He wanted to start a conversation even though he didn’t have the right thing to say yet.Chairman Hewitt gave him a deadly sta

“Hun!” Anna’s eyeballs pumped out. She was surprised to see Patricia on the screen at first, but after watching everything, she was left in shock.She wondered what was going on and was envying her already.“Is anyone home?” Charlotte’s voice came from outside.“Uh!” Anna’s eyeballs widened larger and her eyebrows popped out bigger. She quickly shook her head and looked around, confused, looking for the TV remote. It was beside her on the sofa, but her mind was restless and she couldn’t see it on time.She was afraid Charlotte might regret supporting Patricia and Cohen’s divorce and her for it. Charlotte might hate her and she didn’t want that to happen!Her hand touched the remote and as she set her hand on its power button, Charlotte came in and her voice stopped her.“Patricia?” Charlotte called in an amazed tone.She took a step forward. Her withered face fixed at the screen and her mouth shaped in irritation as if she tasted something bitter. “She is just something else!”Anna

A car drove into Maximo investment and parked in front of the company.The car door opened and she first let down her left foot. She waited for a few seconds and finally got down from the car.She was the talk of the city now, and knowing all eyes would be on her, she paused for a moment before she took her steps one after the other to walk into the ground floor in a long stride.She stepped into the ground floor and all eyes set on her.“That's her!” A staff member pointed a finger at her. She quickly took out her hand and covered her mouth with hands.The staff members standing with the lady widened their eyes in shock and fixed their eyes on Patricia, expecting her to come closer and challenge the lady.Patricia turned her gaze to their side and beamed. She was sure they were gossiping before her arrival but she cared less about them.She chuckled and walked past them, maintaining her elegant stride.“Isn’t that the single mother of Ivy organization?”“Isn’t that the heiress with a

It was closing hours and since Bastian wasn’t around, Patricia set to go home alone.She walked out of the company and met Elsie.Elsie jumped to her front, clapping her hands. “You dirty woman!” She yelled.Patricia was startled and she took a step backwards. She lifted her gaze and seeing Elsie, she quickly composed herself. “Oh,” she let out with an excited smile on her face.“Look who we have here. It’s the muppet,” she said and took a step closer. “Why is the immature heiress here?”“How dare you!” Elsie yelled, grinding her teeth. “How dare you call me a muppet. I am not immature. I am mature!”Patricia nodded, comprehending, “the truth is always bitter, I didn’t expect you to accept easily,” she let out. She brightened her smile, inquiring, “why are you here, mature heiress? Did you come all the way down here just to greet me?”“Greet you?” Elsie repeated in disbelief. “Why will I waste my time to come and greet you? That’s not possible. Never.”“Okay, so why are you here?” Patr

Cohen and Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock. “Hun!”“Cohen, you asked what I want, why are you surprised?” Patricia said.“That’s not possible, my son can never kneel for you! Why will he beg you?” Charlotte argued. She took a step towards Patricia, but the police officers held her back.“Respect yourself.” A police officer cautioned.Patricia released a deep breath using her mouth. “Madam, I am not forcing your son, it’s his choice to decide,” she pointed out. She turned her gaze to Cohen, asking, “stop wasting time, will you kneel to beg me or let your mother and sister learn their lessons in the police custody?”Cohen faced downward, unable to reach a decision. Kneeling for her wasn’t a problem, but they were in public and his mother was present.“Mr. Cohen, you’re wasting my time. Will you kneel to beg or I should do things the way I planned.” Patricia asked again.Cohen clenched his teeth, making his jaw and neck muscles tightened. “Why are you doing this?” He managed to push a wo