Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Serenity before the calamity.
Gianna wanted to remain confident in her guess, but for that, she needed Arwen to at least entertain the possibility she was implying.

However, Arwen only smiled at her, leaving Gianna utterly confused.

What does that smile mean?

“Wenna —” Gianna was about to ask what that expression meant, but before she could, Arwen cut her off smoothly.

“So, you are asking me to consider the possibility of me being a part of Aiden’s past?” she questioned tilting her head.

“Yes! That’s not impossible, right?” Gianna pressed eagerly.

Arwen nodded as if acknowledging the plausibility. “Yes, it’s not impossible. I could have known Aiden in the past, and maybe I just forgot him —it wouldn’t be difficult for something like that to happen.”

She paused deliberately; her gaze steady.

“But,” she continued, her voice firm, “if you are implying that I am his past —the girl he had held delicately in his heart, for years … then I think that’s very impossible. Because I am definitely not that girl.”

Gianna furrowed her brows at her words. “How can are you so sure of that?”

“I can be sure.” Arwen smiled again. “Because I have seen that girl.”

Gianna’s breath hitched in surprise.

“You have seen her?” she asked, stunned.

Over the years, no one had ever k own what that girl looked like. Apart from her uncle, the only person who seemed to have seen her was her great grandfather.

Then how could Arwen claim to have seen her?

Could it be that her uncle showed it to her?

If that’s so, then there could be no reason for her to doubt.

Arwen nodded with quiet certainty. She exhaled deeply, her fingers absently tracing the edges of the photo album in her hand.

“Yes, she affirmed. “I have seen her. And that’s why, I can tell you —it’s impossible.”

***

Meanwhile, at the same time, in one of the skyscrapers in New York —

Aiden sat at the head of the long, polished conference table, his presence alone enough to command attention. The city skyline stretched behind him, the towering glass windows reflecting the stark contrast of light and shadow.

“There is nothing impossible in this world,” he stated, his voice firm and unwavering. “As long as we are determined to do it, nothing in this world can deter us.”

His sharp, icy gaze swept across the room piercing through every board member seated before him. Though some of them were decades older, the wight of his authority pressed against them like an immovable force, making them shift uncomfortably in their seats.

“I have solved the mess someone deliberately created,” he announced.

A murmur spread through the room. Board members exchanged glances, some partially in disbelief.

“What? The problem has already been resolved?” someone whispered in shock.

“But hasn’t he just come a night before?” another murmured.

“No wonder this urgent meeting was called. So, this was the purpose…”

The whispers increased, and Aiden remained unaffected. He allowed them to chatter for a few moments before tapping his pingers against the table —a sharp, deliberate sound that instantly commanded silence.

The room fell still.

Realizing the shift in atmosphere, the board members scrambled to speak.

“Mr. Winslow, we never doubted your capability,” one said quickly.

“Yes, we knew you would be able to handle it,” another added.

“But I must say, you have been quite efficient. If barely took you a day to deal with it —quite impressive.”

They all tried to flatter him, their words dripping with insincerity.

Little did they realize that their attempts at buttering him up were as greasy as their own corrupt dealings —disgusting and ineffective.

Aiden’s let his lips curve into a slow, deliberate smirk.

“I think you all didn’t hear me quite well,” he said, his voice measured but firm. “I said —I have solved the mess that someone has deliberately created. And even though I am the one heading the Winslow Globals, I am not anyone’s servant to clean up after their messes.”

Although a sound of soft chuckle was heard after those words, it didn’t ease the air in the room, rather it made it grow heavier.

While a few of them failed to understand what Aiden meant, there were a few who grew tense at those words, their expressions betraying the flickers of panic.

Aiden’s gaze sharpened, locking onto the few who had the most to lose.

At this moment, among all, one old man scoffed haughtily. Glancing at Aiden, he said, “You might not be anyone’s servant, but you are the leader who had to bear the responsibility. After all, the head the wears the crown has to go down the lane of struggles. And you didn’t even have to struggle so much. Just taking a flight back here couldn’t be so infuriating, could it be?”

He asked, stifling a mock chuckle.

Some of them gasped, but Aiden …

Aiden simply watched him.

His expression remained unreadable, his gaze cold, assessing. It was as if he were giving him the opportunity to have his last laugh.

Emyr, standing beside Aiden, could feel the change in the atmosphere. Unlike the others, he understood what this silence meant. It wasn’t indifference —it was serenity before the calamity.

Did Dickens really thick that his old friendship with the Chairman could save him forever?

Tsk tsk. Some people never understood their limits.

Seeing Aiden wasn’t responding, Dickens mistook his silence for victory.

Straightening his posture, he glanced around the board members, puffing out his chest in smugness.

“Sigh, you young people always make mountains out of molehills,” he continued, shaking his head. “When we were your age, we handled crises without causing such big scene.” He clicked his tongue.

“You solved the issue, Aiden, and we appreciate that.” He waved his hand dismissively. “That’s it. Meeting over. Let’s celebrate.”

The nerve.

The audacity.

Aiden exhales softly, resting his elbow on the armrest as he interlaced his fingers,

His next words were slow, yet carried an undeniable weight.

“You seem to have miscalculated my fury this time, Mr. Dickens,” his voice dangerously calm. “An overnight trip doesn’t bother me. But leaving my wife behind? That, I do not take lightly. It infuriates me —so much that I might just set the whole world ablaze.”