All Chapters of Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The executive team, summoned by Eleanor’s urgent call, listened as Leon detailed the intelligence from the private airfield. Jane Thorne, armed with Eleanor’s own research, was already in Shanghai to steal the Sentinel Group partnership for the Rothschilds.“She has a significant head start,” the Vice President of Operations, said. His voice was heavy with defeat. He ran a hand over his face. “She is using your own meticulously gathered data against you, Eleanor. The market analysis, the integration models, the five-year growth projections. She has everything. By the time we can get a team on a plane, the preliminary deal could already be signed. She’s poaching your work.”The sentiment echoed around the table. The other executives murmured in agreement. Their expressions were a mixture of anger and resignation. They saw it as a catastrophic loss, a brilliant and swift move by their rivals that had caught them completely flat-footed. To them, the battle was already half over.Eleanor,

The morning after her dinner with Alistair Chen, Eleanor woke to the suffocating silence of her hotel suite. The pressure of waiting for his decision was a heavy weight. She paced from the window to the desk and back again."This is pointless," she finally said to the empty room. "I cannot just sit here."Needing to escape, Eleanor changed out of her business attire and into a simple silk day dress and comfortable flats. She needed to walk, to feel the city around her, to think about something… Anything, other than the deal that held her future in its balance.Eleanor left the rarified air of the hotel and stepped into the vibrant energy of the Shanghai streets. Drawn by an aroma of spices and grilled meat, she wandered away from the main promenade and into a bustling, open-air market. The air was thick with steam and the sound of sizzling dishes.“Wow…” Eleanor murmured to herself.In her first life, she never would have done this. Driven by a spark of defiance, she stopped at a stal

The ride back to the Fairmont Peace Hotel was thick with a new, unspoken tension. The strange, intense conversation at Alistair’s private club had shifted the ground beneath them. Eleanor sat opposite him in silence. The Apex merger in '28. The impossible detail she had recognized from her past life. Eleanor wanted to ignore her thoughts because they were too absurd, but her instinct said there’s a missing puzzle piece.The Bentley pulled smoothly under the grand, covered entrance of the hotel. A doorman in a crisp uniform hurried to open Alistair’s door, holding an umbrella to shield him from the lingering drizzle. The raw, chaotic downpour from earlier had subsided into a fine, melancholic mist.Alistair got out, then turned and offered a hand to Eleanor. It was a simple, courteous gesture.She took his hand, her fingers brushing against his, and stepped out of the car. "Thank you again, Alistair. For the… rescue and for the ride.""Think nothing of it," he replied. "I will be in

“Have you died before?”Eleanor watched Alistair’s face. He didn’t flinch or show any sign of confusion. For one unnerving second, the polished mask of the CEO vanished, and his expression went utterly still. In that brief, unguarded moment, she saw a flicker of something unusual in his eyes. A deep and profound weariness that had nothing to do with a long day of meetings. Then, it was gone.Alistair leaned back in his leather chair and laughed. The sound was rich and confident, a disarming baritone that filled the space between them.“Eleanor,” Alistair said, shaking his head with a look of theatrical amusement that didn't quite reach his eyes. “You have a truly remarkable mind. Forgive me, but that is the most creative question I have ever been asked during a business dinner.”A hot wave of embarrassment washed over Eleanor.Alistair was teasing her. “It was a strange thought,” she said, her voice tight as she tried to retreat from the emotional ledge.“Not strange,” he countered

The scent of old leather and woodsmoke was overpowered by the sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic from the doctor’s bag. Leon paced in front of the cold fireplace of their home. His movements were tight and controlled. Leon seemed like a caged lion radiating a furious energy that made the room feel small.“She’s resting,” Dr. Evans said, closing the door to the room where they had moved Cecilia. “The shock triggered a severe autoimmune response. Her blood pressure is dangerously high. I’ve given her a sedative, but she needs absolute peace of mind. Any more stress like this…” He left the threat unspoken, but his grim expression said enough.Marcus stood by the window with a pale face. “The story has been picked up by every major outlet. The narrative they’re pushing is insidious. The board members are calling. Our primary investors are demanding a statement.”“Then we give them one,” Eleanor said. She stood at the head of the table, her voice a blade of cold, strategic calm. Her shock