Todos los capítulos de A Bitter Marriage Contract: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

John remained staring at the charts on the large screen in the meeting room. He knew that this investment could position the group at a new level of global competitiveness. But he also knew that if he failed in any forecast, all of his other strategic projects could be compromised.He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of every decision. He remained silent, analyzing the chartsThen, John looked at the general counsel, Mr. Brown, with the same dry, demanding tone.“Mr. Brown, what about the legal terms? Is there any clause in this Miami contract that could be detrimental to us?”The general counsel adjusted his glasses, opening a digital file on the tablet in front of him. He then transferred it to the main screen so everyone could follow along.“Sir, the contract follows U.S. standards, but there are some complications due to Florida state laws, particularly regarding labor liabilities and taxation on foreign service provision. Furthermore, since the holding company is registered

JohnThe next morning, John arrived late at the Walker Group headquarters. The driver opened the door of the executive car, and he got out, adjusting his jacket with one hand while the other held his black leather briefcase firmly.He passed the doorman who, as always, wished him a polite “good morning,” but was completely ignored. He continued on through the lobby, ignoring everyone, even the receptionist who, after hesitating for a few seconds, picked up the phone discreetly, announcing his arrival on the executive floor.“Mr. Walker has just arrived,” she announced in a low, almost whispered voice, as if announcing his presence required a certain amount of caution.He had shaved; the dark circles under his eyes from the past few days had faded, but his expression remained hard and cold, like carved stone. No one dared to look him in the eye. Upon reaching the elevator, the people waiting immediately made way for him, stepping aside in respectful silence. John entered alone, without

“Tell her Mr. Walker is in a meeting and can’t see her,” Anne instructed firmly.Carol hung up and returned to Pamela with a neutral expression.“Miss White, unfortunately Mr. Walker is busy at the moment and cannot see you.”Pamela pursed her lips, her gaze devoid of any trace of friendliness.“No problem. I’ll wait,” she said, heading toward the reception gates.However, when she tried to pass through, the security guard wouldn’t let her in. Pamela stared at him, surprised.“Open it,” she ordered, with the authority of someone who had never been turned away. As a representative of the White Group, she had privileged access.“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I need express authorization to allow entry.”“Are you kidding me?” Her voice rose a notch. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”“With all due respect, miss, these are orders from the president.”Visibly irritated, Pamela returned to the counter.“Have them open it immediately.” Pamela was visibly irritated; she had never been turned away a

ElizabethElizabeth thanked the waitress with a discreet smile as she placed another slice of pie on the table. The young waitress smiled back with a friendly smile. Just like her, the people in the café were captivated by the presence of that beautiful young woman with delicate features and a serene gaze, who radiated an angelic, almost ethereal grace.Seated near a panoramic window, Elizabeth seemed oblivious to the curious glances. She had been there for some time, surrounded by notes and brochures from local real estate agencies. After days of exploring every street in that small tourist town, she had finally found the perfect place: a restaurant with classic architecture, which had recently been closed down but held the potential to become the restaurant of her dreams.She sighed as she watched intently the movement of people through the streets lined with buildings from the early 20th century. It was all so charming. The small town, famous among tourists from the capital, had be

ElizabethIn a small mountain town, as she walked through the quiet streets with their rustic cobblestones, Elizabeth felt her heart tighten for no apparent reason. She stopped, took a deep breath, and looked up at the sky painted in golden and pink hues at dusk. A lump formed in her throat, and she felt like crying, but she held back the tears, blinking rapidly.“Why am I feeling this way?” she asked herself silently, placing her hand on her chest. The wind ruffled her honey-colored hair, and she stood there for a few seconds, soaking in the peace of that moment… even as her heart insisted on throbbing with longing.Unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, the man she still loved was also watching the sunset… also feeling a similar ache in his chest and desperately wishing to find her.She continued down the quiet street lined with old townhouses that reflected the classic style of the small town. The light-colored brick facades featured wooden details on the window frames and balcon