Chapter 398
“Just do it. No need to ask me next time.”
Felicia said, “Opportunities are fleeting. Jupiter Group’s foundation is unstable right now, while we need to be cautious in many areas, we must often be ahead of the game and take decisive action when the time comes.”
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Besides, if the collapse of the Fuller family was inevitable, what difference did it make whether she took the family’s assets or someone else did?
She didn’t feel any guilt about it.
The business world was sometimes like a battlefield, where visible and invisible battles had never ceased .
It was the same- some would win, and some would lose.
“Understood, Ms. Fuller.”
Having set aside his last bit of hesitation, Vincent opened up and began making moves after hanging up the phone.
Felicia’s fingers lightly tapped on the desk. Her mind was on something else.
Right now, the media and the Internet were flooded with news about the Fuller family having allegedly murdered Mina.
They were unlikely to escape unscathed if the case was still under investigation and whether the Fuller family was innocent.
In her previous life, the Fuller family did face the threat of bankruptcy, but it wasn’t because Kayla had killed someone. It was because of business problems.
This time, however, the destruction came from negative public opinion..
Was this the work of Stephan?
What did the Fuller family steal from him that would make him plot Mina’s death just to bring them down?
She had many, many questions, but they couldn’t compete with the exhaustion from days of sleeplessness.
Her body slid down from the couch, curling up as she fell asleep.
Felicia felt a chill wash over her in the half–dream, half–wake state.
It was as if she had returned to the moment in her past life when she had just been released from prison. She was deliberately hit by a small truck into the snow, feeling her life and
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warmth slowly slip away…
She saw Arnold’s face, looking down at her with only hatred and resentment in his
eyes.
She saw Kayla, still wearing her innocent expression, giving her a smug, provocative smile.
She saw Myra and Dexter, cold and determined, driving her out of the house. Their voices were filled with anger as they shouted, “Bringing you back to the Fuller family was the biggest mistake we’d ever made!”
Back then, everyone said Kayla had fallen into the sea because she pushed her. They said she had killed Kayla.
“I didn’t! I didn’t…”
Felicia was having an uneasy sleep, her brows furrowed as she repeatedly muttered, “It wasn’t me . I didn’t…”
But no one believed her.
She was still trapped in the nightmare, unaware that a tall, slender figure had half–knelt beside her, his dark, ink–like eyes gazing deeply at her.
A soft sigh escaped him.
He raised his hand and gently stroked her trembling back.
However, she remained oblivious.
In her previous life, during her last moments before death, every bit of pain was evident as it reached her brain. After Arnold kicked her, the broken ribs pierced her lung. The sensation of suffocation overwhelmed her, and her consciousness began to fade.
As she descended into darkness, her heartbeat slowed. Footsteps approached, and a low, clear voice spoke indifferently. “Tch… How pathetic.”
As the person came closer, a coat fell over her.
It covered her exposed body and hid her last shred of dignity.
Who was that person? Who was it?
Felicia tried desperately to see clearly, but all she saw was darkness and nothingness.
Suddenly, she jolted awake, breaking free from the nightmare, only to realize her body was drenched in cold sweat.
It was already dark outside. The room had no lights on, and it was dim and black. The moonlight filtered through the window, and a soft breeze blew in, causing the curtains to flutter gently.
Huh?