Can’t Win Me Back

Despite his age, Newton exuded the same energy and sharpness he had in his younger days, even when surrounded by the board members brimming with vigor.

Despite his quiet presence in the wheelchair, an intimidating atmosphere clung to him.

In an instant, Javier was transported back to the days when he worked under Newton's strict supervision.

"Good day, Mr. Javier and all fellow board members. I assume no one has any objections to my presence at this meeting?"

Newton's gaze swept across the room, a perfunctory smile gracing his lips.

"Of course not. You are part of the corporation's board of directors!" the members responded immediately.

Newton nodded. "Much has happened within the corporation lately. Our shares have been fluctuating amid the controversy.

"As you all know, I had intended to retire after dedicating most of my life to this company. I wanted to step aside for the younger generation rather than hover over them like a specter, micromanaging everything.

"However, as a board member, I cannot stand idly by while the corporation faces turmoil. It is my duty to share the burden."

Javier pressed his lips together so tightly that they turned pale. Still, he was left with no choice but to concur with Newton.

He had spent nearly two decades climbing to Chester's former position, gaining Newton's trust, and coming close to obtaining full management rights over Beckett Group.

Now, Newton's sudden reappearance and his renewed involvement in the corporation felt like a betrayal. It was as though Newton was reneging on his promises. Javier's face burned with frustration.

"Javier."

serious tone jolted

Javier straightened. "Yes, Dad?"

said, "I'm aware of the negative public sentiment against the corporation due to recent events. The board is about to vote on whether Justin, as

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"That would be me."

coursed through him as though electricity had just surged through his veins.

always poised and unshaken, raised a brow.

the board, Alyssa strode into the conference

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, complementing the crisp white designer suit she

her piercing gaze, sharp and unwavering, that commanded respect. Even

"Alyssa Taylor?"

bubbled within him as he pointed at her. "Dad! You're

"I'm not."