Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 683

She didn't want to be a passive choice; she wanted absolute control over her own destiny.

She wanted the world to stop debating if she was good enough for someone, and instead watch in awe to see who she would choose.

After finishing their facials, Xenia dragged Emilia on a massive shopping spree.

They swept through the high-end boutiques, buying designer clothes, exclusive handbags, and dazzling jewelry until they practically owned the mall.

Meanwhile, at The Glenn Group headquarters, the atmosphere in the executive boardroom was tense.

Theodore had been in the middle of a crucial meeting when Emilia's text came through.

Even though he spent most of his free time doting on her, he never let his iron grip on the company slip.

When he saw she had reached out first, a warm smile touched his eyes.

After firing back a quick reply, his mind drifted to what kind of pastries he should pick up for her on the way home.

Theodore had a habit of trying to spoil anything he cared about. Seeing how slender Emilia was, it tugged at his heartstrings. He was determined to indulge her with sweet treats and ensure she was well taken care of.

As her face floated in his mind, he smiled softly to himself.

"Mr. Glenn? Boss?" a voice called out tentatively.

Theodore blinked, his sharp gaze snapping back to the executive across the table.

"What are your thoughts on these projections?" the man asked, sweating slightly.

Theodore gave a curt nod and gestured for him to continue.

The routine meeting was nearing its end.

"Are there any final issues?" Theodore asked smoothly. "If not, we are adjourned."

Several board members exchanged uneasy glances.

Theodore noticed the shift in energy and waited silently for someone to speak.

Finally, Director Sutton, a balding man in his fifties, cleared his throat.

Assuming his silence meant he was considering their advice, the others grew emboldened.

"Exactly! Who knows what kind of messy baggage she still has with Tyler. The Ericksons are clearly not over it, and there is no reason for us to spark a corporate war with The Erickson Group over a woman."

"And didn't the tabloids say she might have fertility issues? Who is going to inherit The Glenn Group?"

Seeing Theodore remain completely impassive, another executive chimed in.

"Boss, the world is full of beautiful, eligible heiresses. Why take on a divorcee and raise some other guy's kid?"

Clack.

Theodore dropped his expensive fountain pen onto the mahogany table. The sharp sound echoed like a gunshot.

The room instantly plunged into dead silence.

"Are you all finished?" Theodore asked.

His voice was dangerously calm, devoid of any readable emotion.