Semua Bab The Quiet Daughter: Bab 1 - Bab 10

My mother watched all of this unfold, her heart breaking for me.Late that night, she held me tightly in her arms once again, her tears soaking through the fabric on my shoulder.“My Savannah, why won’t you speak? Even if it is just a word, just one word, I could die happy.”I could feel her body trembling. It was the pure, unadulterated despair of a mother. My heart, after all, was not made of stone. At that exact moment, my resolve began to waver, and I thought perhaps it really was time for me to speak. However, just as I opened my mouth, attempting to force out a long-forgotten syllable, hurried footsteps echoed outside the study.Arthur, our butler, scrambled into the room.“Ma’am, something terrible has happened! The people from Atlantica have arrived! That Wall Street venture capitalist, Charles King, is already at the corporate headquarters!”My mother’s face instantly turned pale.Charles King. That name was a dark cloud that had been looming over the Sterling Group f

My step was light. Yet, in the dead silence of the conference room, it echoed like a sudden clap of thunder.Everyone’s gaze was instinctively drawn toward me. They saw me, a picture-perfect eight-year-old child dressed in a custom gown, and their expressions shifted from blank confusion to utter bewilderment.Savannah Sterling? That dumb fool? What on earth was she doing?Sitting next to my father, my mother saw me too, and her eyes instantly filled with panic and worry. She reached out a hand, seemingly wanting to call me back, but she didn’t dare make a sound. My father’s brow furrowed, his eyes a mix of confusion and growing displeasure. Meanwhile, my cousins from my uncles’ families exchanged amused glances. Their expressions screamed, “Is this little idiot going up there just to make a total fool of herself?”Charles noticed me as well. He looked down at me from his position, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.“Oh? Whose kid is this? Has the Sterling family run out o

The nanny next to her hurriedly held her up. I could hear her muffled, joyful sobs.The expressions on my cousins’ faces were a sight to behold. The mockery and smug looks that had been plastered across their faces just moments ago had vanished. Replacing it was the same ghost-struck horror that I felt, along with a trace of pure terror that they couldn’t hide. They no longer looked at me like I was dumb. Instead, they were looking at a terrifying entity that they couldn’t comprehend at all.Then, there was my father. He stood by the table, his tall frame trembling slightly, not from anger, but from extreme excitement. Those eyes of his, weathered by decades in the business world, were now brighter than they had ever been. Within them was ecstasy, shock, and the sheer thrill of recovering something thought to be lost forever. However, they mostly held the same confusion as my cousins.Step by step, he walked around the table and stopped right in front of me. This corporate tycoon, w

The executives who had just been humiliated by Charles so badly that they couldn’t even lift their heads were now standing upright. Their faces were flushed with excitement, and they were relieved of years of bottled-up anger inside them.My father stood up as well. He walked over to me and patted me firmly on the shoulder.“Good! What a brilliant hostile takeover! What a magnificent way to show them our strength! You truly are a Sterling!”He immediately ordered, “Mr. Woods, draft an agreement right now. Write it exactly how Savannah just laid it out, and don’t change a single word!“Ross, you lead the team yourself. Take a few of our sharpest people and escort this Charles back to New Atlantica! I want them to know that Sterling Group is not a soft target they can just push around!”His stream of directives was firm, commanding, and authoritative.The entire atmosphere of Sterling Group shifted in an instant. It transformed from a place of suffocating humiliation and oppression

“Savannah, did the angel in your dreams teach you all of this as well?”My father’s question shattered the warm, harmonious atmosphere in the room, and the smile on my mother’s face froze. Although she didn’t know much about business, she could detect the hidden trace of suspicion and scrutiny in his voice.The air in the room seemed to freeze. I looked at my father, knowing that the excuse of a “dream from an angel” had just cracked. I could rely on a divine encounter to explain a single miracle, but I couldn’t use it to explain a continuous stream of wisdom and strategy that far exceeded my age.Businessmen were inherently suspicious, and this was especially true for a self-made billionaire father like mine. He could be ecstatic about having a genius daughter, but he could also feel a sense of fear toward a daughter he could neither control nor understand.He was beginning to wonder if a strange, ancient soul was living inside this small body of mine. If I answered yes, it would