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Seeing the scene unfold, Robert turned pale with fright.
“Ms. Sterling, I haven’t… delayed too much… have I?”
I glanced deliberately at my watch, my smile razor-thin.”If you had arrived a single minute later… the ‘Richest in Baycrest’ would likely be preparing to vacate the title.”
Robert broke into a cold sweat instantly.
Then, moving faster than anyone could react, he whirled towards his son. A sharp crack echoed through the hall.
“You idiot! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Apologize to Ms. Sterling now!”
Samuel stumbled back, clutching his face, his expression pure, uncomprehending shock.
“Dad, have you lost your mind? Why did you hit me?”
“It’s her! This insolent bitch who disrespected you and spat on the Rockwell name! Why are you siding with an outsider against your own son?!”
Seeing this, the fury in my heart subsided slightly.
But this alone was far from enough-The Rockwell Dynasty still owed me an explanation!
Robert’s face purpled with fresh fury. His hand flashed back again.
The second blow landed just as hard. “Know your place! Who are you to dictate how Ms. Sterling handles her affairs!”
I had to say, he understood the reality of power far better than his spoiled heir.
His actions were brutal, yes, but undeniably sharp survival instinct. His son, however, remained mired in arrogant confusion, unable to grasp why his world was collapsing.
It was a pity that only a handful of people knew the reason behind this. Robert was one of them.
“Uncle Rockwell,” Zoey’s reedy voice piped up from where she was still held, attempting to ingratiate herself despite her predicament. “Please, see reason! It’s obvious this woman holds your family in contempt! Samuel was only defending your honor!”
She appealed to the watching crowd.”So what if she’s with connections? This is our own territory!”
The onlookers around nodded in agreement.
But Robert made a decision that went against everyone else.
“You’re my son’s personal secretary, right? Consider yourself terminated.”
To outsiders, it might look like the actions of a disconnected old man, punishing an ally. I saw it for what it was: a desperate, calculated sacrifice – throwing Zoey to the wolves in a frantic bid to preserve the crumbling Rockwell dynasty itself.
I found a nearby seat – a throne in this unfolding drama – and sat, content to observe his final maneuvers.
Robertcertainly didn’t disappoint me.
Turning to the sea of recording phones, the lenses witnessing his dynasty’s vulnerability, he threw every remaining shred of dignity aside. He jabbed a trembling finger at his son.
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“Samuel, by the authority vested in me as founder of Rockwell Enterprises, I command you! Apologize to Ms. Sterling now!”
“Refuse… and you cease to be my son!”
After saying this, he straightened his back and stood in front of me.
His words were the heavy stones sealing a tomb.
Torn between the dignity of Rockwell Enterprises and his own father, Samuel fell silent.
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Just as the tension threatened to snap the air itself, I rose smoothly from my seat. My voice, calm and absolute, cut through the silence like a blade.
“No need for apologies.”
“Whatever potential path existed between myself and the Wang family…” I paused, letting the finality settle.”…it has run its course.”
