The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 897
On the dressing table, Madelyn’s makeup was accompanied by an array of sparkling jewelry. Necklaces and earrings lay in perfect order – just the way Madelyn liked it. These pieces were not just pretty; they were expensive. Even the tiniest diamond earrings could have gotten you a big, fancy house in Ventropolis. Every item had a special code and Madelyn’s name on it. If someone had tried to snatch one, any shop expert could have told it was hers in a heartbeat. No thief would dare lay a finger on them.
In the study, Zach was deep into a transnational video conference, pouring over the details of overseas medical investment projects. He had also set up a foundation to back the medical researchers. The risk of the funds evaporating without a trace did not faze him; to Zach, the investment was completely justified.
There was a photograph on Zach’s desk: Madelyn in her Ventrocloud High School uniform. Her smile was wide, capturing the spirit of her first day at high school–a memory Zach had preserved with a click of his camera on that significant day.
The meeting focused on the companies Zach invested in. They had rebounded from an economic slump and were now surpassing earnings forecasts. The total value of these international company shares he had acquired for a bargain had skyrocketed. Zach also took pride in a portfolio of medical patents with Jardin Corporation, ensuring that even if the company faced challenges, his family’s financial security would remain intact.
Moreover, Jardin Corporation’s growth was making a notable impact on the global economy.
News of Jardin Corporation and Zach’s achievements had spread worldwide. Just three hours after the story leaked, Jardin Corporation’s PR team was overwhelmed by the barrage of calls. Reporters were eager for a scoop, each vying for an exclusive interview with Zach.
Kevin emerged from the meeting room, and Blake quickly shook off her drowsiness. She offered her coffee to Kevin with swift movements.
“Is the meeting over, Mr. Harrison? Can I leave now?” Blake asked.
Kevin, focused on the corridor ahead, tidied his tie. “Last through tonight, and I’ll raise your salary, and your end- of-year bonus will be three times bigger.”
Blake was startled. ‘Could he actually be sharing the wealth?” she thought. Then it clicked. ‘Boss must have landed a big win again. A twinge of jealousy bit at her. ‘Why do the windfalls never come my way?’
The quiet that usually enveloped Jardin Corporation had been shattered. Journalists converged on the building from every direction, microphones at the ready, all vying for a piece of the story.
