My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 284

Chapter 284: The victory Chapter 284: The victory Ava gestured toward the seat beside her.

“Please, have a seat.” As Miss Bell took her seat, Ava also sat down and looked at the people around the table, only to find them gaping at her.

Their doubt, their defiance-it had all been crushed in an instant.

A slow, knowing smile curled on her lips.

Finally, she broke the silence.

“It’s an honor to have you here for my first meeting as president,” Ava said with newfound authority.

“I trust that our partnership will continue to thrive.” “Of course, we will,” Miss Bell joined.

Ava leaned back slightly, basking in the shift of power that had just taken place.

Everyone gasped in confusion, murmuring with each other.

Ethan, on the other hand, struggled to mask his growing panic.

His carefully laid plans were crumbling before him.  Ava smiled.

“It seems some rumors have been circulating.” Her voice cut through the murmurs.

“There have been claims that Starlite intends to sever ties with our company if I assume the presidency.” “What nonsense,” Miss Bell snapped.

“Why would I do that?” She folded her hands on the table and continued, “Thomas and I have been friends for years.

When he founded this company, my father personally signed a partnership deal with him.

Since then, our companies have worked together, strengthening each other.” Her lips curled into a wry smile.

“I have no intention of breaking that bond-not now, not ever.” “Thank you, Miss Bell.

I’m committed to upholding my father’s legacy and taking this company to greater heights.” “I don’t doubt that,” Miss Bell said.

“I see the same fire in you that I had when I first took over my father’s company.

Back then, people doubted me too.

But look at Starlite now-it’s one of the Fortune 500 companies.” She leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with Ava.

“If you have the will and the vision, nothing can stop you.

And I believe you do.” Ava met her gaze with quiet determination.

“I won’t let you down.” The directors sat in stunned silence.

The doubt that had filled the room moments ago had been extinguished, replaced by the realization-Ava wasn’t someone they could dismiss so easily.

Once the meeting was over, Miss Bell left.

Ava headed back to her office, her heart brimming with gratitude.

Settling into her chair, she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face.

Everything had fallen into place so perfectly-all because of Dylan.

Just a single phone call from him had turned the situation around in an instant.

Eager to share her joy with him, she picked up her phone and dialed his number.

The call barely rang twice before his deep, familiar voice came through.

“How was the meeting?” he asked curiously.

Ava leaned back, her tone light and playful.

“It was fun.” She couldn’t hide the amusement in her voice.

“The moment Miss Bell walked in, everyone went silent.

You should have seen their faces.

Thank you so much for helping me.” “You are my wife.

Why wouldn’t I help you?

But if you want to express your gratitude to me, I’ll tell you how you can do it.” She arched a brow, already sensing the playful smirk behind his words.

“Oh?

And how exactly should I do that?” A beat of silence followed before he replied smoothly, “I’ll tell you once you return home.” Ava laughed softly, shaking her head.

“Is that so?” “That’s right,” Dylan murmured.

“Now, finish your work and come back soon.” Knock-Knock€¦ A firm knock echoed through the study.

Dylan glanced up at the door.

“Alright.

I’m hanging up now.

Let’s talk when you return home.” Ending the call, he put the phone down.

“Come in.” The door pushed open, and Justin entered.

“Good morning, sir,” he greeted before placing a stack of folders on the desk.

“These documents require your signature.” Dylan picked up the top folder, flipping through its contents.

“I’ve sent you a list of directors who have been causing problems for Ava.

Deal with them.

Make sure they don’t interfere with her again.” “Understood, sir.” Justin hesitated briefly, then continued, “I interrogated the doctor.

He admitted that Luke has been plotting against Nicholas-intending to kill him.

He was offered a hefty sum to assist in the plan.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small pen drive, and set it on the desk.

“I’ve recorded his confession here.” Dylan lifted his eyes at him, frowning.

Then his gaze dropped to the pen drive.

“Should we inform Nicholas about this conspiracy?” Justin asked cautiously.

Dylan weighed his options.

After a moment, he asked, “When is the surgery scheduled?” “It’s not scheduled yet,” Justin replied.

“The donor’s family is still undecided about pulling the life support.” “Hmm€¦” Dylan hummed thoughtfully.

“Make sure the doctor remained silent.

Luke shouldn’t know that his plan is exposed.” “I understand, sir.

I’ll ensure he remains silent.” “Let it be a secret for now,” Dylan said, clasping the pen drive into his palm.

“I’ll tell Nicholas when the time comes.” Justin was a bit confused as he couldn’t understand what Dylan was thinking.

Shouldn’t Nicholas be warned immediately?

Even though doubts prickled his heart, he couldn’t do but agree with him.

“What about Gianna?” Dylan’s voice cut through Justin’s thoughts, snapping him back to reality.

“How is her condition?” “She is still unconscious,” Justin reported.

“The doctor says it’s due to the concussion, but there is nothing serious.

She should wake up soon.” Dylan gave a thoughtful hum.

“Alright.

You can leave now,” he said with a dismissive wave.

“Call me if anything comes up.” Justin gave a small nod before quietly exiting the study.

Left alone, Dylan picked up the pen drive, rolling it between his fingers.

With a sly glint in his eyes, he inserted it into his laptop and clicked on the recording.

As the confession played, his expression shifted.

His lips curled into a triumphant smile.

“The Bakers will be finished if this tape gets leaked,” he murmured.

Our arch nemesis will finally be crumbled to ash.” He leaned back into his wheelchair.

“Elijah€¦ it’ll be fun to watch you fall.” A deep satisfaction settled in Dylan’s chest.

The decades-old enmity between their families was about to come to an end.

The Bakers would crumble to dust.

Picking up his phone, Dylan called Henry.

After a long ring, the call was finally logged in.

“Hello.

I need more time to figure out that poison,” Henry blurted out immediately, assuming Dylan was calling for an update.

“There is an annual medical conference happening in the city soon.

Doctors from all over the country will be attending, and several foreign specialists will be present as well.

I’m confident I’ll find out something useful there.” “No rush, take your time,” Dylan responded calmly.

“I actually called for a different reason-I need your help.” “Yes, anything for you.

Just tell me.” Dylan wasted no time and briefed Henry about Nicholas’s condition.

“I’ve already gathered all of his medical records from the hospital.

I’ll send them over to you shortly.”