Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 551

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**Chapter 551: A Rare Bloom**

Jonathan furrowed his brow, a storm brewing behind his calm facade. “What are you doing now?” he inquired, his tone laced with irritation.

As the head of the company, he was buried under a mountain of responsibilities, while it seemed that someone else was reveling in a carefree moment, oblivious to the weight of duty.

“What? Nothing,” Zion replied hastily, a nervous smile flickering across his face.

He quickly motioned for the two women beside him to hush, then, barefoot, he stepped a few yards away from the group, the warm sand shifting beneath his feet as he sought a moment of privacy.

“Mrs. Fullbuster…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the very air around them might betray his intentions.

He felt the burden of truth pressing on him. The Hoff family, once a towering presence in the real estate market, was crumbling. Their glory days were behind them, and these two major projects represented nearly half of Holf Real Estate’s revenue—a lifeline that, if severed, would be akin to cutting a vital artery. Jonathan’s connection to the Hoff family was not just business; it was deeply personal, tied to his mother.

And with Elizabeth’s notorious temper, he could already foresee the chaos that would erupt during the holidays if she learned of the impending disaster.

Yet, before Zion could articulate the gravity of the situation, Jonathan’s voice sliced through the air, cold and unyielding. “No excuses. Do it now.”

“Yes, Mr. Fullbuster. I’ll take care of it immediately,” Zion replied, his heart pounding as he ended the call. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, feeling the weight of uncertainty. What had Elizabeth done this time to provoke such a fierce reaction from Jonathan? He dreaded the thought of how this would further strain their already complicated mother-son relationship.

Without wasting a moment, he dispatched the necessary instructions, urgency propelling his fingers across the keyboard.

Meanwhile, Jonathan, feeling the need for support, searched for his cousin Felyxia’s number and dialed her without hesitation.

At that very moment, Felyxia was nestled in a plush seat of a private theater, surrounded by a handful of wealthy heiresses and a couple of dashing male companions, all engrossed in a New Year’s blockbuster film.

She caught sight of her buzzing phone, and an icy dread gripped her heart. The beverage she was sipping lodged in her throat, triggering a sudden coughing fit.

“Ms. Felyxia, are you alright? Be careful!” one of the young men exclaimed, panic lacing his voice as he patted her back gently.

Her expression darkened as she glanced at the caller ID, a sense of foreboding washing over her. It felt as though she were staring directly into the eyes of the Grim Reaper. Jonathan must have uncovered everything—now he was calling to confront her about it.

But she couldn’t bring herself to ignore the call. With a wave of her hand to dismiss the concerned escort, she stood up and hurried out of the theater, her heart racing as she answered the call.