All Chapters of A Man Reborn: Beg for My Heart: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

In the end, Vincent won the game copyright for 800 million dollars.On the way back, Calliope instructed Ayla to go and buy the cakes while she sat beside Vincent in the spacious back seat of the car. It was peaceful and quiet, and all that could be heard was the faint sound of their breathing."You got the copyright. Why don't you seem that happy?" Calliope asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked sideways at Vincent.Vincent sighed softly. "The price is higher than I anticipated. I could have gotten it at a much more profitable price if Chad hadn't tried to challenge me."At the mention of Chad, Calliope's expression darkened instantly. Chad's stupidity had surpassed her expectations. He deserved a harsh lesson.Her phone vibrated, and a text popped up. "Ms. Copeland, the news article is ready and has been sent to all the major media outlets."Calliope answered curtly, "Okay."That night, news of the scandal began spreading rapidly. "Carter Group's managing director Chad Carter

Chad had been standing beside Tony and listening to the conversation. His heart was beating madly, and he held his breath, too afraid to breathe.His showdown with Vincent had resulted in their investment dropping by 300 million. Tony was sure to skin him alive!However, Tony didn't do anything. At this point, getting violent wouldn't solve the problem. At least they had managed to retain a 300-million-dollar investment. They should count themselves lucky that Samara hadn't completely dismissed them."Dad… what do we do now?" Chad asked, his voice trembling.Tony pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly blew out a smoke ring."We must get this game project. If Vincent wins the spotlight with this project again, there'll be no place for us in Carter Group.""But now—""Stay out of it. Just follow my lead during the shareholders' meeting tomorrow." Tony cut him off.Even if they couldn't get the game copyright, they would have to get the development rights. Even if they had to

However, everyone had chosen to remain silent when they saw that Vincent had attended with Calliope.After all, Moore Corporation was a strong ally of Carter Group, and Vincent must have gotten Calliope to agree before bidding for the game copyright at the auction. If Calliope was willing to pay, then there was no reason for the shareholders to object.To them, it didn't matter whether the investment came from Copeland Group or Moore Corporation, as long as money came in. The conflict between Vincent and Chad had nothing to do with them.However, Vincent had just said that he had bought the copyright in his own name. The shareholders were stunned."It means exactly what you think it means," Vincent said impassively. "I used my personal funds to buy the copyright at the auction yesterday. If you don't believe me, you can ask the finance department to check, and you'll see.""Mr. Vincent—"One of the shareholders blurted out, "How can you use your own funds for such a big game de

It was 5:00 pm, and it was still bright outside as the banquet guests streamed into the venue.Chad turned to look at Samara, who was holding his arm. His eyes were tender and full of affection."Ms. Copeland, I insist on apologizing once again for what happened at the auction yesterday. I was too greedy and couldn't think about anything else apart from the project. "I-I am truly grateful that you didn't hold it against me and that you're even willing to attend this banquet with me."Samara didn't seem to hear him. Her frigid demeanor seemed to keep everyone around her at arm's length."Instead of spending time apologizing to me, you should read a few more books, Mr. Chad." The biting sarcasm in her words rendered Chad speechless at once.Read more? Was she indirectly insulting him by calling him stupid?His arm tensed, and the spot where Samara was holding on to him felt like it had been burned for a moment. Yet he reminded himself that he had to remain calm. He couldn't mak

Vincent strode over to the entrance and immediately saw the man arguing with the doorman. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans."Hello, he's a good friend of mine," he said, turning to the doorman.The doorman looked at Vincent, then at Tarquin Evans. He shook his head firmly. "It doesn't matter whether or not he's your friend. My superior said clearly that you need an invitation to enter!"Tarquin spread his hands, looking resigned. He explained, "I left in a hurry and forgot to bring my invitation. I've told you this already."He had just moved into a new place and had been painting the walls with his children. When he had suddenly realized that he had a banquet to attend, he'd barely had any time left and had just rushed over in a hurry without even stopping to change. He had certainly not expected to be stopped by the doorman.Vincent frowned and said impatiently, "He's a good friend of mine, and he's a guest at this banquet. I can vouch for that. Is that good enough for