StartNovelChapter 874
Still in the car, Vivian sat in silence, her mind racing with questions.
What exactly was Grandpa doing?
Her assistant's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and his voice trembled slightly.
"Miss Wilson... the company just sent out an email."
Vivian's eyes sharpened. She leaned over and locked her gaze on his screen. The moment she saw it, her pupils
constricted.
"Why?"
It was an official company-wide message-and she knew without a doubt that it cfrom her grandfather. Aside
from herself, he was the only one with the authority to send something like that.
It was a notice of personnel changes.
Her title had been removed. Her position was now listed as vacant, and all her responsibilities were being
handed over to the vice president.
But why?
She had just been thrown out of City Hall not long ago. How had Grandpa found out so quickly—and already
made all the preparations?
As soon as she got home, she rushed inside, desperate to find him. But Marianne stopped her at the stairs.
"Miss, Mr. Wilson's busy right now. | think it's best if you wait. He probably doesn't want to see you at the
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"Where is he?" Vivian asked.
Marianne didn't try to hide it. She pointed upstairs. "He's in the study."
Vivian didn't listen. She brushed past her and hurried up the stairs. Once in front of the study, she knocked.
"Grandpa, it's me."
There was no answer. No sound at all from the other side.
She knocked again. Still nothing.
She tried the handle-it was locked.
Tears streamed down her face as she choked out,
"Grandpa, | know | let you down again. But | really did try. I've worked so hard to grow the Wilson Group."
She stood there pleading through the door, pouring her heart out.
Then, finally, the door creaked open-just a sliver.
Vivian wiped her tears, gently pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed it behind her, locking it.
"Grandpa," she said softly.
Mr. Wilson stood in front of his desk, holding a large calligraphy brush. He was writing one word: "Endure."
"Don't talk," he said coldly.
Vivian fell silent.
She stood off to the side and waited quietly while he continued writing.
An hour passed.
The floor of the study was now covered in calligraphy paper, all with the sante word
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After he finished, he finally asked,
"What were you feeling during this hour?"
"Nervous. Uneasy. Scared. My head hurts," she admitted without hesitation.
Mr. Wilson let out a faint smile.
"It's only been one hour, and you're already falling apart. Vivian, the truth is-you've never been afraid of the
Wilson Group failing. You're just afraid that Zachary will give up on you, aren't you?" s
Vivian pressed her lips together and didn't deny it. He was right.
Instead of answering, she asked quietly,
"Grandpa... you've decided to give up on me, haven't you?"
It was phrased like a question, but her tone was more resigned than anything
else.
She'd been holding it in ever since
being thrown out at City Hall. Afteret
this hour of torment, she finally said it out loud s
Mr. Wilson kept his back to her.
"Haven't you already seen for yourself?"
Vivian gave a bitter laugh.
Right. How could she have forgotten? Mr. Wilson never left room for doubt in his decisions.
That email had made everything crystal clear. The Wilson Group was done with her.
She forced a smile.
"| get it, Grandpa. But I'm not giving up."
Outside City Hall
Melvin held the freshly signed contract in his hand, then turned to the man behind
him.
Zachary strolled down the steps, completely unhurried.
"So, how are you going to thank me?" he asked with a smile.
"Thank you?" Melvin raised an eyebrow.
"You should. | handed you the deal, didn't I?"
Melvin scoffed.
"| fought for this contract myself. What does it have to do with you?"
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