Goodbye, My Love

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As Loraine spoke, she moved as if preparing to leave. Jefferson’s face turned a shade of grim grey, his anxiety peaking, fearful she would indeed approach Liza. He gritted his teeth and declared, “No matter what price you paid for it, I'LL buy it back at double the rate!” Loraine stared at him in astonishment. When she made her purchase, she bought the scattered shares at a price exceeding the market value.

Jefferson’s willingness to pay twice the amount surpassed her expectations.

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“That's one hundred and fifty million. Mr. Foster, are you certain?” “I am,” Jefferson's face contorted in anguish, and his teeth chattered.

“Miss Torres, does this price satisfy you?” If she remained unsatisfied, it would be utterly unreasonable.

It appeared this old man was quite wealthy. Silently, Loraine decided to advise Marco that the selling price for his 15% stake shouldn't drop below one hundred and fifty million.

Loraine extended a warm smile.

“Mr. Foster, your generosity is truly commendable. Let's proceed with the contract.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY An inexplicable feeling of being duped washed over Jefferson, nearly leaving him breathless.

Meanwhile, Marco, awaiting Loraine, rose from his seat and strolled towards the CEO's office.

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His employees watched in stunned silence as he passed by, particularly those who typically fawned over him. At this moment, they all gave him a wide berth.

Spointed and whispered, “Isn't that Mr. Bryant?” “He’s no Longer the CEO! Despite resigning, he dares to enter the CEO's office. | hope he doesn’t bring any misfortune!” “He used to strut around solely due to his status as an heir to a wealthy family. But in the end, he’s just an outsider with no blood ties to the Bryants. It’s laughable indeed.” Marco paid no mind to the derision. After all, not everyone was so shallow.

Several of his former subordinates, who he had interacted with more often, looked at him with teary eyes and expressions full of regret.

One department head mustered the courage and approached him.

“Mr.

Bryant, what plans do you have after Leaving Bryant Group? With your impressive resume, you're bound to land a respectable job!” Touched by this display of concern, Marco's icy demeanor thawed a bit, and he thanked the individual in a quiet voice.

Upon reaching the entrance of the CEO's office, he pushed open the familiar door. A fleeting sense of nostalgia washed over him, but it quickly evaporated upon spotting the occupant inside.

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