All Chapters of CEO's Forbidden Love: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The boardroom door opened slowly, a quiet signal that the meeting was about to begin. The room was spacious and neat, with a long polished table stretching across the middle. Around it were high-backed chairs, each with a small bottle of water and a clear glass set before it. The walls were plain, painted a soft gray, and the ceiling had simple lights that brightened the room without glare.One by one, the attendees entered and took their seats. Some exchanged brief nods, others adjusted their notes or checked their phones one last time. There was a low murmur as everyone settled down, folding papers or placing pens within reach. The two air conditioners hummed quietly, keeping the air cool and fresh.A man in a dark suit stood at the head of the table. He was the moderator, the one who would guide the meeting. He cleared his throat gently and smiled politely.“Good afternoon, everyone,” he began, his voice audible. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice. We have important mat

“Tim, you’re here,” Isabella said, with a surprise tone. “I wasn’t expecting you.”Tim held his chest like someone had shot him. “Ouch! That hurts. Someone got over me so quickly. Now that hurts.”He made a fake sad face that made her smile without meaning to.“That’s not what I meant…” she began, trying to defend herself.He raised a hand with a small grin. “It’s fine.”He held out the rose bouquet to her.She took it gently, burying her nose in it. “Thank you… They smell nice.”Tim's eyes softened as he watched her. “There’s somewhere I want to take you.”“Okay… just let me wait for Flora to get back from the restroom. Then we can go.”Tim chuckled lightly. “Flora’s already on her way back home. She said something about going to cuddle her man.”She looked at him slowly. “Wait…how did you… that girl! She set this up.”Tim just smiled. “Shall we?”Outside, a sleek black car waited quietly.Isabella blinked. “Whose car is this?”“Mine.”He opened the front door for her like a perfect g

“Are you sure about this? Andrew can always represent me,” Pat said softly, brushing the edge of Angelie’s hairline as she styled it gently.Angelie adjusted in her seat and nodded. “I’ve never been more sure. I have to face my fears. So yes… I’ll stand in for you. Not as Angelie Smith, but as your daughter.”Pat’s hands paused. A wave of pride moved through her; she couldn’t ask for a better daughter.She reached for Angelie’s shoulders, gently turned her toward the mirror, and looked at her reflection alongside her.“You are my daughter,” she said, with a bright smile accompanying each word. “Nothing will ever change that.”Angelie met her mother’s eyes in the mirror.“I just want you to always remember that I love you,” Pat whispered, pressing her hand gently on her shoulder.Angelie nodded. She stood and picked up her jacket. One last look at herself in the mirror, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. She looked elegant, composed, and ready.“I’ve got this,” she said with a small

The living room was quiet, except for the soft sound of Lizzy’s sobs.She sat on the couch, wearing a plain black gown, her shoulders hunched, fingers twisting round her dress. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying all night.“I can’t believe Grandpa is gone…” she whispered. “Just like that. No warning, no goodbye. I won’t see him again. He left me all alone.”Samson sat beside her, one hand gently rubbing her back. His own eyes were dull with grief, but he held it in for her sake.“You’re not alone,” he said softly. “I’m here. I’m not your grandfather, I know that, but I’ll step into the role. For you… and for Jayden.”Lizzy looked up, her eyes all red.“You’ve carried enough on your shoulders, Lizzy. You’ve done more than most women your age would even try to do. It’s time to let someone else help. You need to be strong, but you don’t have to be strong alone.”She wiped her cheeks and nodded slowly, leaning into his shoulder. “Thank you, Samson.”They sat there for a long time, su

The room wasn't so bright and quiet, except for the slow noise from the ceiling fan as Grandpa Lu stirred.His eyelids opened slowly. He blinked a few times and turned his head slightly.Morris, seated beside the bed, looked up and smiled faintly. “Finally, we’re awake.”He glanced at his wristwatch.“You’ve been out for six hours and four minutes. That’s a record, even for someone your age, but it is good for your health.”Grandpa tried to sit up. But when he moved his legs, they wouldn’t budge.He looked down and saw the thick cloth ties looped around his ankles, fastened tightly to the base of the bunk.“What is this?” he almost screamed. “Morris, aren’t you too old to be playing this kind of game?”Morris didn’t laugh. He simply pressed back and gestured with his hand.“Look around the room, Father. Remember it?”Grandpa Lu turned his head and scanned the four corners.His jaw twitched.“You remember now, don’t you? The room of self-reflection isn't what you call it?”He dragged t