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Panic flickered in Vivian’s eyes. What she feared most was that her grandfather would give up on her.“Grandpa, please give me one more chance,” she pleaded. “There’s a bidding event in a few days. I’ll win the partnership for Wilson Corp—I promise.”She had made so many mistakes. This was the only way she could redeem herself.“Foolish,” Mr. Wilson snapped, shaking his head in disappointment.“I know I messed up,” she said softly.“But the real problem isn’t just that you acquired Merihan. It’s that you were willing to sell off Wilson Corp’s shares to do it. You clearly don’t understand how unpredictable this world is. Even a small missing percentage can become the one thing that brings you down,” he said, his voice filled with bitter regret.Vivian knew it was serious. What worried Mr. Wilson even more was who had picked up those shares.“Did you look into it? Who bought them?”“I did,” she replied quickly. “I had my assistant check it out during the sale. It looks like they

As the crowd swayed on the dance floor, Leon leaned over and said quietly, “You’d better start reaching out to celebrities now. There are only a handful who really draw attention, and Sanders Group already has a head start. If they sign all the big names before we do, we’re screwed.”Vivian immediately set her glass down, took out her phone, and headed to the restroom. She called her assistant and gave detailed instructions. Once she was done, she returned to the bar—only to find Leon gone.She instinctively glanced toward the dance floor.Sure enough, there he was, dancing in the center, shirt halfway unbuttoned and surrounded by women.Vivian leaned against the bar, holding a Long Island iced tea. Her gaze cut through the crowd, locking with Leon’s across the room.Just then, a man stepped up beside her, also holding a Long Island iced tea. He walked over with polished ease and a pleasant smile. “Alone tonight?”Vivian turned curiously, then clinked her glass against his. “I ca

“What’s this? Either washed-up stars or no-names. None of these people will make a spark. If we can’t find anyone, why not hire a few bands? Should I be the one to teach you this? Sell some nostalgia, play on the crowd’s emotions, get some buzz for the food festival—are you seriously telling me you can’t think of any of this?” Vivian snapped, frustration evident in her voice.Her assistant wiped the sweat off his forehead. He thought to himself, even if she wants to play on the nostalgia of old stars, they still need to want to be part of it!“I understand, Ms. Wilson,” he muttered, hurrying off to carry out the orders.Vivian turned her attention back to the contract. After acquiring Merihan, everything had been put on hold. Their previous projects were still stagnating, and the upper management at Merihan had started to panic. If they didn’t make moves soon, the company was looking at the possibility of bankruptcy.Even Leon had been on her case, urging her to take action. He’d i

The nanny gave Charlotte a knowing smile as she scooped the baby into her arms. “I’ll take the little one outside for some sun. You think about where you two might want to go for the holidays.”The moment the nanny disappeared through the door, Charlotte darted upstairs. She grabbed her phone and started messaging her old circle of socialite friends, eager for vacation ideas.The replies came in fast.Marry: Well, well, look who decided to show up. What kind of wind blew Mrs. Chancer into the group today?Fion: Charlotte, are you seriously planning a trip with Mr. Chancer? Shouldn’t he be the one arranging that?Charlotte’s smile froze. Her expression stiffened with quiet embarrassment.Thankfully, someone with actual tact jumped in and sent over a list of travel guides and curated itineraries.Charlotte quickly bookmarked them, replied with a polite “Thank you,” and then messaged the helpful friend privately: I’ll bring you back the latest Chanel bag when I return!With that,

The holiday bash was really just a gimmick to draw people in. What kept guests coming back were the hotel’s top-tier services.Sarah had made sure the Emotions Room would stay open around the clock. Even celebrities were welcome—after all, their stress levels were often far worse than the average person’s. If they had a good experience here, maybe they’d become regulars. That kind of word-of-mouth would be the best PR money couldn’t buy.All the staff and workers had been pushing hard, staying late to finish up the final touches. It was already past 11 p.m. when Sarah did her last walk-through. Satisfied that everything looked perfect, she waved everyone off, telling them to head home and promising double bonuses. That perked everyone up instantly. The fatigue melted off their faces as they left with bright smiles and renewed energy.Once the last worker was gone, Sarah stood alone, staring at the glowing hotel against the night sky like a jewel in the dark. A quiet sense of pride f