All Chapters of A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

Ivonnes Pov They just stared at me with cold hard and unflinching eyes and It immediately became clear to me that this meeting would not end well for me. The awkwardness was so suffocating. I could practically hear my own breathing which felt too loud in the quiet room. For a second, I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands or my whole body actually. Thankfully, Larry stepped forward quickly, pulling a chair out beside Lincoln’s. “Here you go, Miss Ivonne,” he said gently. “Thank you,” I whispered, grateful. I sat down beside Lincoln as he took his seat at the head of the table, his movements calm and deliberate, as if the tension didn’t touch him at all. I tried to mimic his composure, sitting straighter, folding my hands neatly on the table. The meeting began. One of the older men... Mr. Clarkson, if I remembered right—cleared his throat and started reading from a document. “Mr Lincoln, As of last quarter, revenue is up 3.4 percent compared to projections. Our investmen

Ivonnes pov So what was I supposed to do now? How was I supposed to make them acknowledge my right at this table? I took a deep breath and forced myself to speak calmly. “I may not know why he did it,” I said, “but I do know that I’m capable of handling responsibility. Before Mr. Archibald acquired my parents’ company, I helped them run it for years. I worked with suppliers, clients, and staff—” Clarkson’s lips curved into a cold smirk. “Ah yes,” he said smoothly, cutting me off. “The same company that went bankrupt and dragged your family name through the mud so badly that you had to marry Lincoln just to save what was left?” I felt the blood drain from my face. My nails dug into my palm. He wasn’t wrong. But the way he said it—the deliberate cruelty of it—made my stomach twist. I opened my mouth, ready to answer back, when Lincoln sighed beside me. “Enough,” he said quietly. “Ivonne, drop it.” I turned to him, frowning. “What?” He leaned back, still perfectly calm.

Ivonne's pov Still googling, on my phone, I rushed to the quiet office and Within minutes, Denise appeared, clutching tge stack of folders and her tablet. She looked anxious, her usually bright expression dimmed by the tension in the air. “Ma’am, Are you really going through with this? Will you stake everything on that DNA test?” “Yes and no,” I said. “Because if it doesn’t go my way... and it most likely won't, then I stand to lose everything. But we can't let that happen, So we need to focus. Did you find any irregularities in the reports?” She hesitated only a second before setting the files down and flipping open the first one. “I found a few irregularities in the profit projections in alignment with the target demographic, as you pointed out earlier. The numbers from the last three quarters don’t align with the new investments they’ve been claiming.” “Show me what you mean." “I mean,” she said, tapping the data, “The company is declining but someone’s been moving funds to

Ivonne's pov Lincoln finally found his voice again. “You’ve got to be freaking joking,” he said coldly. “This is just another trick to buy time so you can steal funds before you’re thrown out.”'This stupid son of a bitch' I seethed on the inside.I turned to face him, my expression unreadable. “If I fail, then you can have it all.”Lincoln frowned. “What do you mean?”“I mean,” I said evenly, “if I fail, you can take everything. The manor, the 200 billion estate your grandfather gave me, all of it.”The room went completely still.Clarkson’s eyes widened slightly. “Two hundred billion?”Larry’s face turned pale. “Ivonne, please no—”I ignored him and kept my eyes on Clarkson. “That’s the deal. You let me try for three months. If I can’t double the profit, then Lincoln gets it all.”“Are you insane girl?” Larry said, standing up. “You can’t gamble everything like this! That estate is all you have left from Mr. Archibald!”I turned to him and offered a faint smile. “I know. But if I d

Ivonne’s POV“Miss Ivonne! Miss Ivonne!”The reporters were everywhere—flashing lights, shouting questions, microphones shoved so close I could barely breathe.“Why did you two abandon Lincoln’s mother?” one of them yelled.“Is it true she’s been begging to return to the manor and you refused?” another asked.“You inherited everything—how could you refuse to give her a share?”My stomach twisted. Each question was so much more bloody annoying than the last, hitting like little stones. The name “Lincoln’s mother” echoed again and again, like they were deliberately using it as a weapon.“She was his mother and your mother in law!” one reporter screamed, his face red. “And you two kicked her out of her own home!”I blinked under the flashes, forcing myself to stay calm. Around me, the noise rose higher, the crowd pressing closer. Sevrin had his arm out in front of me, keeping the worst of them away, but Lincoln looked completely frozen. Pale. Lost.He wasn’t hearing them anymore—he was