Chapter 722

“My teddy bear, my little teddy bear.”

In the suffocating darkness, Marilla clung to the icy wall, her body trembling as she hugged her knees to her chest.

That man had taken her teddy bear, and it felt as if he had shattered her soul, and ripped the spine from her body. Her mind was blank, cold sweat cascading down her pale, pretty cheeks like rain.

*Jareth, where are you, please come save me.”

Suddenly, every light in the room blazed on. Beams of harsh fluorescent light assaulted Marilla’s pallid face, the interrogation–like brightness pushing her already fragile psyche to the brink.

“Jareth, I’m so scared. Jareth,” tears streamed endlessly from Marilla’s tightly shut eyes..

She couldn’t remember anything; even the loving, tender moments she had shared with Jareth seemed to twist and fade into the distance.

The massive screen on the wall, like a dark curtain, flickered to life.

Marilla forced her swollen eyes open, the tears turning her vision red as they flooded her sockets.

the screen, bound, beaten, and blindfolded, unmistakably

her mental fortress crumbled

the boardroom of the Fairhaven Group,

the table, a king among his loyal subjects. He had built this empire through ordeal from the ground up, and now, his presence in the Fairhaven

few old–timers who resisted the young heir, pledging allegiance only to the

ascent, their own power and profit would diminish, which would prevent

decline, but not everyone was interested in the grand future of the Fairhaven Group. Some were only concerned

was the main reason Gary, despite his lack of competence, could stand toe–to–toe with

throat with pomp and surveyed the room with

believe you all know what I’m about to

of disquiet pricking at

been glancing at his phone every minute or two. He didn’t know what made him so anxious, but his

turned to Jareth. Gary, sitting across from him, glared with icy hostility, but a few seconds later, a subtle, malicious

I declare that my grandson Jareth will assume the role of CEO of the Fairhaven Group and officially join the board

had barely ended and the people present were about to applaud when Gary slowly stood up, his

“I object!”

room fell into stunned

treacherous face with a barely concealed threat, a tempest brewing in his piercing gaze. That look was

But then he thought, why should he fear this young wolf? He was

reputation and business acumen – he’s the obvious

look

“Dad.”

for Gary’s flippancy was clear. It was

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