บททั้งหมดของ The Choices We Made: บทที่ 431 - บทที่ 440

Evan was actually quite tall, standing at six feet two inches tall. He dressed as reservedly as he presented himself. He rarely wore formal suits, preferring the more discreet style of a classical professor, such as a blue polo shirt or camel colored jacket. There was a reason for that choice, and that was because there were too many young women in universities. When Evan first began teaching, he dressed more youthfully in sportswear and fitted shirts. After that, many female students confessed to him. As their professor, he began dressing plainly to discourage them and to become more discreet. However, his refined features remained impossible to conceal. Over time, Evan grew more distant. Other than academic matters, his daily conversations sometimes consisted of a single word. He also appeared almost impossible to approach. Only when he met Samantha years ago had a small part of that frozen heart melted. He suppressed his feelings for her for a long time. The moment Samantha

"Go," Evan said. He had known why Samantha was here before coming. The reason was simple. Finella had already told him that Samantha would represent Nathaniel in managing McQueen Group. Evan had even learned about it earlier than Samantha did. Finella had hated the decision but had no choice except to allow it. She despised Samantha even more because of it. Once Evan learned of the appointment, he knew Samantha would withdraw from Photon Technology. The company was growing rapidly, but it remained a relatively young technology company. Meanwhile, the McQueen Group controlled pharmaceutical and medical device businesses around the world. Its pharmaceutical division was highly advanced, focusing on oncology, immunology, infectious diseases, neuroscience, and other major fields. The division also held large market shares in established medicines, while its research into new treatments remained among the best in the industry. The strength of the pharmaceutical division had protec

Every gift had been purchased with money stolen from the company. Without taking the funds from the McQueen Group', they could never have afforded the gifts to please Finella. The cycle drove them to steal more each year, leaving ever larger holes in the accounts. They concealed everything through shell companies, false accounts, and fabricated losses. No, Nathaniel possessed proof of it all. He stared angrily at the men who had spread obscene rumors about Samantha. "A moment ago, you were all determined to upset my wife. Since that's the case, I'll settle everything with all of you now. You'll receive court summonses soon. No, the police will arrive first." The men began trembling. Several dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. "Sir! Madam! We made a mistake! We spoke without thinking! We were blind and foolish! I must be getting old! "We apologize! We're sorry! Please don't hand us over to the authorities! Give us a way to survive! We beg you! We'll never cross the ma

"It was indeed worthwhile," Finella said with a smile, but it looked worse than a cry. Then she raised her eyes. "Nathaniel, there's something I must tell you." "What is it?" Nathaniel asked. "You have an older brother," Finella said. Samantha was stunned. Nathaniel had a brother? That was impossible. If Samantha had not recovered her memory, she might have persuaded herself to accept it. But in every fragment of memory she possessed, Reginald had only one son, who was Nathaniel's father. Nathaniel's parents also had only one son. He was the only heir across three generations. He could not have a brother. Samantha's surprise was too obvious. She quickly restrained herself, afraid Finella might notice something unusual. Finella paid little attention to her, however. The McQueen family had always publicly presented Nathaniel as its only grandson and sole heir. Nathaniel appeared intrigued. "Is that so? My mother never mentioned it." Finella sighed as she continued,

"Nathan, is it possible that the report is real?" Samantha asked. "Judging from the old hag's confidence, the report is probably legal," Nathaniel said. Samantha voiced her doubts. "Grandpa had enormous influence, and he lived abroad. If he had another son somewhere, he would have searched for him. There was no way he could have missed him. We also never heard anything about it." Nathaniel nodded. "When my father died, I witnessed what it meant for someone to age overnight. I had never imagined a person could grow old so quickly. My father's death devastated Grandpa." "That proves your father was his only son," Samantha said. "It's impossible for you to have a brother. The old hag must be using some vicious trick." Nathaniel nodded. "We'll watch and investigate. We need to find something we can use against her. I don't care much about Victor himself. I'm more concerned that you're not going to be that comfy with your position in the group." Ever since Alfred confessed to pr