My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 297

Top floor conference room, The Langford Group.

The atmosphere around the massive mahogany table was suffocatingly tense as executives lined both sides.

The acquisition of Aventine's Stellaris Systems had reached its absolute climax.

The representatives from Stellaris occupied the left side of the table, while the core executive team of The Langford Group held the right.

Julian "Jules" Zeller sat firmly at Lucian's right hand, his laptop screen flooded with aggressive financial models and complex legal clauses.

"Mr. Langford, regarding the final valuation, our board strongly believes..." the CFO of Stellaris droned on, presenting their ultimate counteroffer.

Lucian leaned back in his leather chair, his jaw set in a hard line. He was entirely focused, occasionally giving a slight nod to acknowledge a point.

This brutal corporate tug-of-war had dragged on for nearly two months, with both sides refusing to budge on the final price tag.

Today's summit was designed to be the definitive, do-or-die negotiation.

Suddenly, a harsh buzz vibrated across the polished wood.

Lucian glanced down at his phone—Susan.

A deep frown instantly marred his features.

Susan knew the ruthless demands of his corporate schedule and would never disrupt him at the office.

Unless it was an absolute emergency. Could it be...

He snatched the phone off the table and offered a curt nod to the opposing team. "Excuse me for a moment. I need to take this."

He strode over to the far corner of the expansive room and accepted the call.

"Susan, what's wrong?"

Susan's frantic voice practically exploded through the speaker, laced with pure panic. "Sir, it's the missus! She's in terrible pain! Her stomach... she's completely pale!"

Lucian's heart slammed violently against his ribs.

"When did this start?" His voice instantly dropped to a lethal, demanding register.

"Just a minute ago! She was just walking around the living room, and then she froze and started screaming about the pain. I got her to the sofa, but it's only getting worse. Sir, is she going into labor?! She's not due for another week!"

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