My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 294

Chapter 294: The celebration Chapter 294: The celebration Two days later€¦ The headquarters of Ace Group buzzed with excitement.

Employees moved through the halls with bright smiles, their voices rising in cheerful chatter.

The company had just secured the prestigious port development project, a major victory that sent their stock prices soaring to an all-time high.

From the top executives to the junior staff, everyone reveled in the triumph.

Phones rang non-stop as partners and investors sent their congratulations.

The media covered the achievement extensively, further cementing Ace Group’s dominance in the industry.

Then, another wave of exhilaration spread through the office as a much-anticipated announcement from the CEO’s office flashed across company emails.

“To celebrate our success, a grand banquet will be held at one of the city’s most luxurious venues.

All employees are invited.” Excited murmurs filled the workspace.

The second part of the announcement sent cheers erupting throughout the office: “In recognition of your dedication and hard work, a special bonus will be awarded to all employees.” The building practically vibrated with joy.

Some employees clapped, others high-fived, and a few even broke into spontaneous celebratory dances near their desks.

“It’s like Christmas came early!” someone exclaimed.

“Ace Group is unstoppable!” another added, grinning from ear to ear.

However, the situation at the Baker mansion was different.

The atmosphere was thick with fury.

Elijah Baker was livid.

His face was twisted with rage, veins protruding from his temples as he glared at his son.

He slapped Luke.

“You, useless bastard.” With a sharp crack, his palm landed on Luke’s cheek, the sound echoing in the grand hall.

“You swore we’d win this project!

You threw away a billion, and yet we still lost!

How do you explain this?” he bellowed, his voice like a whip lashing through the air.

Luke staggered back slightly, his cheek stinging from the impact.

He lifted a trembling hand to his face, but no words came out.

He, too, was in disbelief.

How had they lost?

Everything had been meticulously planned.

But his silence only infuriated Elijah further.

“You idiot!

You blindly trusted that woman!” Elijah’s eyes were bloodshot.

“Now we’ve lost the project and the money!

Do you realize the damage you’ve caused?” Elijah’s piercing glare locked onto Luke as he raised a threatening finger.

“Listen carefully.

If you don’t recover that money€¦ I’ll disown you.

I’ll strip you of your inheritance and make Nicholas the legal heir to the Bakers.” “What?” Luke snapped back, stunned, his voice shaking with outrage.

“How could you do this to me?

You want to bring back that bastard son of yours?” “Humph.

And why not?” Elijah sneered.

“Nicholas is far more capable than you.

Without my help, he built his own business empire from scratch.

He is smart, ruthless, and ambitious-everything a Baker should be.

And you€¦” He threw him a disdainful look, disappointed.

“You’re nothing but a spoiled brat.

You waste money, throw extravagant parties, and chase women like a fool.

If you weren’t my legitimate son, I’d have thrown you out of this house a long time ago.” “Dad,” Luke hissed, his nostrils flaring.

He felt a sharp pang in his chest, his pride shattered.

His father had never spoken to him like this before.

“Don’t forget that Nicholas is dying.

What use is his so-called talent if he won’t even live to inherit anything?

You may call me spoiled, but I am the only healthy heir who can continue the Baker legacy.

Nicholas can’t give you a successor, but I can.

So don’t even think about disowning me.” Elijah’s expression twisted into pure fury.

“You-” He gritted his teeth, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“You better focus on getting that money back.

If you don’t, I will make you pay.” He stormed into his room, slamming the door with a loud bang.

Luke stood rooted to the spot, seething in anger.

It was Erica who had deceived him.

It was all her fault.

Because of her, his father had scolded him and even hit him.

“Erica, you dared to trick me?

Well, let me show you what happens when you betray me.” He yanked out his phone and dialed a number.

The line barely rang once before the person on the other end picked up.

“Bring Erica to the warehouse.” ~~~~~ While everyone was enjoying the party, Dylan stayed home, celebrating with Ava.

The spacious hall of his home was bathed in soft candlelight, the golden glow flickering against the delicate flower arrangements that adorned the space.

Colorful streamers cascaded from the ceiling in elegant waves, adding a festive charm.

At the heart of the dining table sat a vibrant bouquet of fresh tulips and lilies, their scent mingling with the tantalizing aroma of home-cooked food.

Ava, wearing a light apron, her cheeks dusted with flour, stirred a rich, velvety sauce.

Dylan, his sleeves rolled up, was focused on plating a beautifully arranged dish.

Their laughter danced through the space.

Occasionally, Ava playfully swatted Dylan’s hand away when he tried to sneak a taste, making him chuckle in amusement.

Once the meal was ready, they set the table, lighting a few slender candles to add a touch of romance.

The soft glow made Ava’s features appear even more radiant, and Dylan found himself mesmerized by her smile.

They raised their glasses in a quiet toast.

Dylan swirled the wine in his glass.

His gaze was filled with appreciation as he looked at her.

“This wouldn’t have been possible without you.” “We did it together,” she said.

“I am glad that the project is finally yours.” A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she added, “Though, I do regret missing Elijah’s reaction.

I wish I had been there to see it firsthand.” Dylan chuckled, placing his glass aside.

“Don’t be so disappointed.” A knowing smirk played on his lips as he reached for his phone.

“Justin filmed the entire bidding.

Take a look.” Ava leaned forward, her eyes glued to the screen as the video played.

The recording showed the conference hall filled with tension, with Elijah exuding confidence, his posture smug, convinced of his victory.

Dylan pointed at the screen, laughing.

“Look at him!

He thought he had it all figured out.

The arrogance, the certainty-until reality slapped him in the face.” But as the final result was announced, his expression morphed from certainty to sheer disbelief.

His face drained of color, his jaw clenched, his hands tightening into fists.

Ava couldn’t stop a burst of laughter escaping her mouth.

“This is priceless.

He trusted that stolen report too much.

He had no idea he was being played all along.” Dylan put the phone aside, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It’s all thanks to his foolish son.

Luke really thought he could win the project with his cheap tricks.

Now, I wonder how Elijah is going to deal with him.” “Luke is definitely in for some serious punishment,” she mused aloud.

“But I’m more interested in what he is going to do to Erica.” A wicked chuckle escaped her lips.

“She tricked him, after all.

And Luke is not the type to let that slide.”