Chapter 199

"Back then, didn't you do the same by slowly seizing everything from Mom until you left her with nothing, making her die in despair? But unlike you, I'm not that ruthless. I won't drive you to death, nor will I harm Zack.

"If you hand over the company sooner rather than later, I might even consider training Zack, turning him into a competent assistant for me in the future." Angela's tone was cold, and her gaze was fixed on Bill, filled with nothing but mockery.

This man had never reflected on his mistakes. At his core, he was nothing but a selfish, despicable creature.

"You... you'll never get what you want!" Bill sneered through gritted teeth, his voice icy and resolute. "Even if you kill me, I'll never let you have your way!"

Angela leisurely rose from her seat. "Suit yourself, then. Take care. I'll be leaving now."

She truly didn't care. With Bill's doctor firmly in her grasp, she wasn't worried. This weak, pathetic man would eventually have to submit to her.

...

Time passed quickly. In less than a week, the hospital contacted Angela. Bill's condition had deteriorated significantly, and he wanted to see her.

"Surpassing the master, eh? Angela, you're just like your grandfather. You truly are his granddaughter," Bill said weakly, lying on the hospital bed.

It had only been a few days, but he looked as if he had aged a decade. His skin was dull, and he resembled someone already at death's door.

"You flatter me." Angela smiled.

"You... You've had people watching me around the clock. You cut me off from the outside world and forbade anyone from visiting me. It's all to force me to my death. You... Ha, you little wretch! Now you've finally gotten what you wanted," Bill hissed through clenched teeth, his voice trembling with fury and despair.

He tried to provoke Angela, but she merely smiled faintly. "You should focus on taking care of your health. Otherwise, you won't live to see the company flourish in my hands."

Bill let out a cold snort, yet he couldn't help but ask, "What do you want me to do?"

At this point, he had no other choice. Angela controlled his lifeline. It was as if a sharp sword was being held above his head, ready to take his life at any moment.

Angela's smile deepened, carrying a hint of amusement. "Here's the deal-hold a press conference and publicly announce that your illness has nothing to do with me and that we remain the closest of father and daughter pair ever. Then, in a

month's time, formally hand over the position of CEO to me."

"You really have planned this out well!" Bill nearly choked out of rage. He glared

daggers at Angela as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.

"What can I do? After all, I'm your daughter. If don't secure my position, who knows who might try to trip me up in secret? How would I possibly survive?" Angela's eyes glimmered with a hint of genuine amusement, and for the first time, her smile was utterly sincere.

Bill had no choice. He was like meat on the chopping block, at the mercy of

others. He could only comply.

...

A few days later, Graham Group's PR department released a short video. It

featured Bill himself, recorded at the hospital.

In the video, he sat quietly in the

hospital garden, smiling as he

calmly addressed the rumors. He explained that his illness was a

result of years of overwork and had nothing to do with his beloved

daughter.

He then urged everyone not to believe or spread unfounded rumors and to foster

a safe, healthy, and clean online environment for all.

The moment the video went public, the online outrage against Angela subsided instantly.

There were some who speculated Bill had lost his power and had been forced into submission. But who really cared?

The truth about the situation was only known to the few involved, and that was enough.