Chapter 21
Tristan shut his eyes tightly.
After a long silence, he finally lifted his head. “Anna, what will it take for you to forgive
Annabel pulled a document from a drawer and pushed it toward him.
The document’s title read, “Morse Group Equity Acquisition Agreement“.
“Sign it,” she said flatly. “I’ll acquire all the shares you hold at market price.”
Tristan was stunned: “You want… Morse Group?”
“No,” Annabel stood up, her heels clicking crisply on the marble floor.
She leaned down, her fingertip lightly tapping the contract.
“I want you to personally hand Morse Group over to me and watch how I slowly destroy it,” she said, without attempting to hide her intent.
Tristan’s fingers trembled as he touched the contract. He knew what this meant.
If he signed, the company built over generations would no longer belong to the Morses. If he didn’t, he would lose his last chance to win her back.
Watching the struggle on his face, Annabel suddenly felt that the thrill had already v
om off.
“I’ll give you three days to think about it.” She turned and walked toward the floor–to–ceiling window, her back cold and distant.
“But Tristan, don’t forget that you’re in no position to negotiate with me anymore.”
At the top–floor conference room of Morse Group, the city lights shimmered through the floor–to–ceiling windows.
Annabel sat at the head of the table, her fingers tapping lightly on it. In front of her were a stack of asset liquidation agreements.
On either side of the table, the executives who once groveled before Tristan now kept their heads down. They barely dared to breathe, fearing they might disturb
her thoughts.
“Sell off the renewable energy division. Merge the healthcare sector with Holland Group,” she said, her tone as calm as if she were discussing the weather. “As for the empty shell that remains, just keep it.”
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The finance director spoke up carefully. “Ms. Smith, what about the brands under Morse Group?”
Annabel lifted her gaze, a cold smirk tugging at her lips. “Morse Group?”
She slowly stood up. The sound of her heels against the marble echoed like a warning bell.
“From today onward, there is no Morse Group.”
She reached out and pushed the final document toward Tristan, who was seated silently at the far end of the table.
It slid to a stop in front of him. Its cover starkly read, “Notice of Role Adjustment“.
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He would retain the title of CEO, but all decision–making power had been revoked. From now on, he was to submit daily work reports directly to Annabel.
Tristan stared at the document. His fingers trembled slightly, but he didn’t reach forit.
Annabel looked at him and suddenly smiled. “What’s wrong, Mr. Morse? Aren’t you satisfied with the adjustment?”
The conference room was siler
Tristan slowly looked up. The eyes that had once been as sharp as a hawk’s were now dull, lifeless.
He fell silent for a few seconds before he finally picked up the pen and signed his name.
“Mr. Morse, here’s your daily report.”
The secretary placed a document on Tristan’s desk. Her tone was respectful, but her eyes filled with pity.
Tristan flipped it open numbly. The title read, “Morse Group Maintenance Progress Report“.
It meticulously detailed the number of times the company sign was wiped daily, watering schedule for office plants, and visitor count at reception–which remained at zero.
He closed his eyes and signed his name.
This was Annabel’s demand.
He had to sign it himself, to confirm that he was diligently “managing” this shell company every day.
In an alfresco cafe, Annabel meticulously cut the steak on her plate. The knife scraped gently against the porcelain, making a faint sound.
“The way you cut steak is still so brutal,” Kenneth said with a chuckle as he took her plate and naturally cut it into smaller pieces.
“It looks like you’re dissecting your enemy.”
Annabel raised a brow. “Maybe I am?”
Kenneth pushed the plate back, lus fingertip gently touching the back of her hand. “How does revenge taste?
She looked out over the lake, where sunlight shimmered like gold foll scattered across the water.
“It’s emptier than I expected,” she said softly.
Looking at her profile, Kenneth suddenly said, “There’s an astronomy exhibition tonight. Do you want to go?”
Chapter 21
“An astronomy exhibition?”
“Yes.” He smiled faintly, “You told me you loved watching the stars when you were little.”
Annabel froze for a moment. She had said that a long time ago, on one drunken night. She hadn’t expected him to remember.
