They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114 The Jackson Group’s Bankruptcy

Hearing those three words, Turner got a shop headache, the tension building with every heartbeat

The Jackson Group might not be as big as the Campbell Group, but taking it down overnight was no easy task Still, the company was full of big problems–hidden cracks that could bring the whole thing crashing down

He sighed, thinking bitterly, ‘Another sleepless night. The bigwigs give the orders, and we do all the work Sure, the paycheck was over 300 thousand dollars a year, but at the end of the day, he was just another overworked gear in the corporate machine.

He hung up the phone and slammed his foot on the gas. The black sedan roared forward, cutting through the rain–soaked streets like a predator on the hunt, its sleek body slicing through the stormy night.

Outside the window, the rain streaked across the glass, only to be shattered by the car’s speed before merging back into the downpour.

Turner’s mind raced like a well–oiled machine, scanning every part of the Jackson Group’s operations

He needed to find that one big flaw, the perfect weak spot to deal a crushing blow. With only a few hours to act, he had to make sure the company’s collapse was total and unfixable.

The rain at the Campbell residence showed no sign of letting up. Harry had been kneeling in the downpour for over two hours. his face as pale as a ghost, drained of all color.

Finally, his body gave out, and he collapsed onto the wet ground, splashing water everywhere.

Michael stood nearby, watching it all happen. He let out a resigned sigh, bent down, and struggled to drag Harry into the car Once he got him inside, he climbed into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and sped off to the hospital

The windshield wipers swung back and forth frantically, trying to clear the rain, but the view stayed blurry. Michael’s brows furrowed as he occasionally glanced at Harry’s unconscious body in the rearview mirror.

He couldn’t understand why Harry was doing this to himself. The damage Harry had caused Camila was permanent, a scar that would never fade. There was no point of his self–punishing repentance.

Harry did care about Camila. He kept thinking about her. He wouldn’t let her cry, wouldn’t let her get away, and even humbled himself to kneel in the rain, begging for forgiveness

But Harry had repeatedly lashed out at Camila because of Agnes. He’d insulted her, hit her, and humiliated her without mercy, destroying the bright future she once had and leaving her disabled.

Harry’s actions were so confusing, so hard to understand. If only he’d shown Camilla the love and care she deserved when she came back to the Jackson family, maybe they wouldn’t have ended up in this tragic state of broken sibling ties and shattered family bonds.

Michael couldn’t help but imagine what Camila’s life could have been like. With her amazing academic achievements, she should have been able to shine in a much bigger world, living a life full of brilliance and possibilities.

But there are no “what–ifs.” The harsh reality was right in front of them–Camila’s life had been completely ruined.

Harry might look pitiful now, but he didn’t deserve any sympathy.

The night got darker, and the city was swallowed by shadows.

Sebastian sat in the Jackson Group office, his nerves on edge. He kept redialing Harry’s number, but all he got was the beeping of an unanswered call.

Meanwhile, Harry was lying unconscious in a hospital bed, his body burning with fever. The IV drip was giving him medicine drop by drop, but it couldn’t wake him up from his deep sleep.

Out of options, Sebastian tried calling Arthur, but the only response was the cold automated message: the phone was off. The company was on the brink of an unprecedented bankruptcy crisis, and Sebastian couldn’t reach either the chairman the president. He paced the office, his anxiety growing by the second.

The long night finally gave way to morning. Sunlight broke through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the city. The rain. had stopped, leaving behind a fresh, clean scent in the air.

Harry stirred awake, his head pounding. As soon as he opened his eyes, his phone rang loudly. “Hello,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and weak, like it was dragged from the back of his throat.

“Mr. Jackson! Finally! I’ve been calling you all night. You gotta come to the office right now–Jackson Group has gone bankrupt.” Sebastian’s voice crackled through the receiver, panicky and helpless

“What?” Harry bolted upright in bed, eyes wide with shock. “What do you mean Jackson Group is bankrupt? The company was fine yesterday. How could it just collapse overnight?”

Chapter 114 The Jackson Groupin İla

Truth was, given Jackson Group’s size, it’d be tough for Tumer to take it down in one night.

But the company had been rotting inside for years–messed up finances and full of tax loopholes its shiny outside hid a weak shell, ready to break with a little push.

Tumer barely had to try, and Jackson Group crumbled.

Harry didn’t even change out of his hospital gown, rushing to the Jackson Group headquarters in a panic. But just as he got to the entrance, a bunch of cops stepped forward and blocked his way

“What the hell’s going on? Harry shouted, angry and confused

Jackson Group is under investigation for tax evasion. As the legal rep of the company, you gotta cooperate with us one of the cops said coldly.

The cop’s words hit Harry like a lightning bolt, freezing him in place. His mind went blank–not because of the accusation against Jackson Group, but because of the term “legal rep

No way. When did I become the legal rep? How could I not know? Harry’s thoughts raced, disbelief all over his face Even as the cops led him to the police car, Harry’s mind was a mess. He frantically went over the company’s recent events but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember signing anything that’d make him the legal rep

He knew the risks of being the legal rep of a company involved in illegal stuff–penalties, huge fines, even criminal charges. These could ruin a person, leaving them broke and disgraced. That was why most big company owners didn’t take on that role themselves.

“This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Harry snapped out of his daze, struggling against the cops. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not the legal rep–I don’t know anything about this.”

But the cops didn’t budge, their expressions cold and uncaring. “Stop resisting. You gotta cooperate with the investigation,” one of them said flatly.

Tumer, with huge dark circles under his eyes, dragged himself into the Campbell residence. Without thinking, he flopped onto the sofa and let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Ah. This is the life.”

Keira, who was busy cleaning, glanced at his slumped figure. She was used to his shenanigans and gave him a knowing smile. “Another late night?”

Turner groaned, barely keeping his eyes open. “Late night? Try an all–nighter! If Mr. Campbell were an emperor, he’d be the meanest tyrant ever. Poor me, still young, and already worked to the bone.”

“Oh? Sounds like you have a lot to say about me,” Giovani’s deep, magnetic voice suddenly echoed in the living room. Turner jumped up like he’d been shocked, his back straight as a board. A big, bright smile spread across his face. “No, absolutely not! Mr. Campbell, you’re like the sun, warming my cold, tired heart every day.” He even clutched his chest dramatically, looking super sincere.

Keira and Hazel couldn’t help but laugh, their giggles filling the room and lightening the mood.