Chapter 965

Chapter 965:

He had no choice but to prioritize the company’s future.

The losses caused by Robert’s actions were his to bear.

Fernanda’s team had already completed an asset evaluation, subtracting the value of her mother’s initial investment from Robert’s shares.

The board unanimously agreed that Robert should be held accountable for the financial losses, given the immense social damage his behavior had inflicted on Voligny Company. The proposal passed without opposition.

Furious, Robert lost control, but security quickly dragged him out, leaving him humiliated before the crowd.

For the first time, he felt completely powerless in the company he’d created.

They’d kicked him off the board, and the assets they handed over barely measured up to what he had anticipated.

When he tried to storm back inside, security blocked his path. He exploded outside the gates, drawing stares and hushed whispers from those passing by.

He unleashed his fury on the passersby, screaming like a madman. The onlookers couldn’t handle his bitter curses and quickly scattered.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto a bench, the biting wind cutting through his clothes.

The sky hung heavy with gray clouds, the northern wind howling as it pierced through his collar. As Robert’s anger faded, a bone-chilling cold seeped into his bones, creeping from the surface of his skin to the very core of his body.

He had nothing left—no company, no family, only a handful of meager assets.

He had become exactly what he had once despised—a joke.

What he had always valued above all else was his reputation; what he longed for was dignity and success—to rise to the very top of society.

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But now? He was a walking punchline.

People whispered behind his back, and his reputation lay in ruins.

All his years of hard work had amounted to nothing.

Robert sat motionless, numb, as the snow began to fall around him. The world felt surreal.

A familiar, comforting scent drifted through the air. He looked up, and there she was—Fernanda, standing before him, a smile on her face. He studied her intently, trying to find any trace of himself in her features, but it was like staring at a stranger.

She seemed more like someone he’d never met than his own daughter.

He spoke softly, almost to himself. “Who are you?”

Robert didn’t see Fernanda as his daughter. To him, she was nothing more than a specter from his past, a reminder of his mistakes. She was the price he had to pay for his sins.

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