Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 868

The business world was akin to a ruthless jungle, teeming with predators. Any sign of weakness or injury, and the hungry wolves around you would pounce.

Reports like these were likely in the hands of every firm now, each one eager to exploit the Cloudex Corporation's vulnerability, once the king of the corporate savannah.

William felt a twinge of satisfaction. No other company had a report as genuine and detailed as the one Emelie had possessed.

That was because he had personally fine-tuned it. As the Chairman and CEO of the Cloudex Corporation, he had taken it upon himself to make those revisions.

He wasn't granting Emelie a favor; he was giving her a direct pass.

He picked up a pen and began combing through the document. He methodically circled biased sections, corrected inaccuracies, and added on confidential details known only to a few.

After he wrote his final word, William glanced at the clock. It was 2:30 am.

Suddenly, a coughing fit seized him. He grabbed a tissue to cover his mouth and glanced back at the door to the inner room. He anticipated another spasm, so he gathered some documents and quickly exited the office.

Once he was sure that the distance and the closed doors would keep Emelie undisturbed, he let himself cough freely. He slumped on the couch in the waiting area, his body wracked by the fit.

When the coughing subsided, his face was pale, his expression devoid of emotions. It looked almost indifferent, as though this frail body didn't belong to him.

He reached for a bottle of unopened sparkling water from the table, twisted off the cap, and took a sip. Then, he brushed off the discomfort and turned his attention back to the documents, beginning to review them for Emelie.

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Emelie woke up to find it was already 9:00 am. Maybe it was the workout that had left her sleeping more soundly than usual.

She sat up, glanced around, and noticed that everything was clean and orderly. There was no sign of anyone having been there, no traces remained.

She wasn't particularly bothered by it and got out of bed. She headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

What had been a chaotic mess the night before was now spotless.

"Had William cleaned it up? Was he now quite the domestic expert?" Emelie wondered.

She noticed a note on the bathroom mirror: "I ordered breakfast for you. It'll be here at 9:30 am. Don't skip it."

What a meddlesome gesture.

Emelie finished her morning routine and emerged from the inner room just as it reached 9:30 am.