Victor stopped seeking me out, but he delayed his engagement ceremony with Yvonne.
This unusual calm unsettled me.
Victor had always been decisive and efficient. A delay like this had to mean something.
My third move was scheduled for a night one month from now.
On that night, the Harlow Corporation would be forever transformed.
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In the cutthroat realm of corporate power, leadership transitions were rarely smooth, often erupting with unforeseen turbulence.
But Victor should have been an exception.
He had no strong competitors standing in his way.
In my previous life, William had passed away unexpectedly, his body only discovered by his assistant the following morning.
Victor had remained unfazed, stepping seamlessly into the role of CEO and taking control of the Harlow Corporation without any
resistance.
However, this time, the situation had changed entirely.
There were Graham and me.
As long as my third move was precise and ruthless enough, removing Victor from the equation wouldn’t be difficult.
I followed my plan, preparing meticulously for every detail.
I worked with my father to strategize the Grant family’s business dealings with the Harlow family.
I coordinated with Graham to push through key personnel changes at the Harlow Corporation’s headquarters.
Meanwhile, Victor’s life seemed calm and untroubled.
He continued to show up at the office like clockwork. Yvonne still cried on social media, fishing for sympathy.
Time flew by, and soon, the month was over.
When night fell, I sent Victor a message:
“Meet me at the old spot by the river at midnight.”
Victor and I did share a few good memories.
Before Yvonne came into the picture, he would take me to the riverbank every year on my birthday to release floating candles
onto the water.
As a child, I used to blurt out my wishes as I made them, innocent and carefree. Within days, whatever I wanted would magically
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As I grew older, I stopped saying my wishes out loud, but Victor always found a way to learn what I wanted through the people
around me.
When I arrived at the river, he was already there.
One look at him confirmed my suspicions.
This was not the same young, inexperienced Victor I had known. The way he stood, the weight in his posture–it was the look of a
man shaped by years of battles in the business world.
“Mia, it’s been years since we came here,” he said, his gaze fixed on the dark, rippling waters of the river.
“I remember the time you slipped down there,” he continued, pointing to a set of steps by the riverbank. “You were so scared you
cried your eyes out. And I was the one who pulled you up.”
