Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 303

Grace’s utensils clattered to the floor.

This was…

This was C.

It was a line of code she had written in a love letter to Ethan on their wedding anniversary, years ago.

He had later mocked it as “the unromantic gesture of a science geek.”

But besides her, only one other person knew about this.

Damien.

This building was his.

This message was from him.

He was declaring to the world that he was waiting for her.

“Damien… you fool.”

Grace covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Didn’t you promise not to look for me?”

On the television, the news anchor was reporting in a standard, professional tone:

“Damien Clarke, Chairman of the Clarke family, announced today the global launch of ‘Project Homecoming,’ a plan aimed at funding the return of overseas research talent to start businesses in the country. It is reported that the initial investment for this plan is as high as ten billion dollars…”

Homecoming.

He was telling her: if you want to come back, home is here, and no one will dare to bully you again.

Grace looked out the window at the dark night sky.

Suddenly, a firework exploded in the distance.

Though it was just one, lonely and solitary, it illuminated half the sky.

“Happy New Year.”

She whispered into the air.

“Happy New Year, Damien.”

***

Across the ocean.

Jarrow City.

Damien stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, watching the fireworks light up the sky.

He held his phone, the screen displaying a photo just sent by Ivy Dawson.

In the photo was a bowl of peas, with the line of code on the TV screen in the background.

Just half a month ago, in a rush to prove he was better than Damien, Julian had ignored Mr. Jones' objections and forcibly used the reserve funds of the Bastian Foundation to invest in a so-called “advanced artificial intelligence” project.

It turned out to be a setup targeting the Clarke family.

The other party took the money and ran, leaving the Clarke family with a massive financial hole.

“Mr. Clarke…” the CFO began, trembling. “The bank is already calling in the loans. If we can’t fix the cash flow by Friday, our stock price will collapse.”

“Fix it? With what?” Julian was furious. “Sell the remaining patents from Bastian Dynamics Ltd.!”

“You can’t do that!” Mr. Jones shot to his feet, his beard trembling with anger. “That’s the core of Bastian Dynamics Ltd. and the Clarke family’s current technological barrier! If you sell it, the company will truly become an empty shell!”

“Shut up, you old fool!”

Julian grabbed a file from the table and threw it at him. “I’m the CEO now!”

The file hit Mr. Jones on the temple, leaving a bleeding gash.

Silence fell over the conference room.

Everyone thought of the days when Damien was in charge.

Although the old boss was ruthless and had a bad temper, under his leadership, the Clarke family’s market value had tripled.

Especially after Grace arrived, the company’s success had skyrocketed.

At that moment, in a private hospital in Jarrow City…