Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

So, he was afraid of Caleb?

“It seems even Brendan has a hard time handing over the company to a fool,” Henry chuckled.

I frowned and whispered into Brendan’s ear, “Grandpa, you wouldn’t want your hard–earned empire to be snatched away by those vultures, would you?”

His gaze stiffened, and he slowly nodded at Eric. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

That was consent.

Consent for Caleb to join the company.

Henry glared at Julian with a huff, “I wonder how long a fool will last in the company.”

“So. Brendan would rather leave the company to a fool than share a dime with us?” His distant relatives lingered outside, hoping for a piece of the inheritance.

I glanced at Caleb and signaled him to be at ease. “I’ll help you.”

Caleb didn’t speak; he just held my hand to make me stay by his side.

“How could Brendan entrust such a vast business to a fool? Is the company a place for a fool to meddle? It’s laughable; I think he’s gone senile.”

“Has the stroke tied up his brains?”

The noise continued outside.

Caleb and I stepped out to face them, “Brendan’s just sick; he’s not dead. With proper care, he’ll recover his speech. The Langley family just faces a minor upheaval and now you’re already waiting to divide the inheritance?” I asked sharply. “If you hurt Brendan’s heart, I assure you that none of you will get a penny.”

The group was taken aback, all looking over. They hadn’t expected me, the supposedly timid. and obedient Foebe to suddenly show such strength.

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“I always thought you were a docile girl, but now… Julian sneered at me.

The rest fell silent and followed Henry out. They hadn’t given up, nor were they intimidated by me; it was simply because Brendan was still hanging on by a thread, not dead.

When everyone had left, I breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Caleb, “You’re too impulsive. Why were you talking about taking over the company? Do you even know how to manage? They will make things difficult for you; you won’t last a day.”

I didn’t need to guess that the company had probably undergone a major shake–up. Henry’s

people should be in the majority now.

Caleb just looked at me, silent.

10.51

I felt a headache coming on. The murderer’s case was still unresolved, and now we were entangled in the Langley family’s power struggle.

“Madam, although the young master has agreed to join the company, I must remind you that it’s not a simple matter.” Eric said, coming out after tending to Brendan’s sleep.

He glanced at me and pushed up his glasses. “The Langley Group is currently collaborating with the Fitzgerald Group. Tomorrow’s meeting is with Dexter Fitzgerald, the CEO of the Fitzgerald Group. If this partnership goes well, it could help the young master cement his. authority in the company.”

I paused, instinctively looking up at Caleb.

Dexter?

It was such a coincidence that we came together with that lunatic again.

Caleb’s complexion wasn’t great, his eyes flashing with anger at Eric. “Enough…”

Clearly, he didn’t want me to get in touch with Dexter.

But Eric seemed not to understand. “If you can’t secure this partnership, you’ll have a hard time gaining respect at the company.”

This was Caleb’s first step in managing the company, his foot in the door.

“Tomorrow, I’ll go with you to the company,” I decided after a moment of silence, determined to help Caleb.

“No need,” Caleb said curtly, his voice low as he turned and went upstairs, clearly angry.