Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 69

Chapter 69: CHAPTER 69 Chapter 69: CHAPTER 69 After Ignatius was brought back, he lay on the bed, looking unwell.

Martin and Dax arrived with sinister intentions.

Most of the Black family’s distant relatives were present, each with their own motives.

They still believed I was the weak and easily manipulated Sofia who was brought in to secure the Black family’s inheritance.

Unbeknownst to them, I wasn’t the same old Sofia anymore.

“Ignatius is sick, and the Black family can’t go without a leader for too long.

I don’t see anyone competent enough here.

One’s a fool, and the other’s an outsider,” Martin remarked disdainfully as he cast a glance at Dexter.

That outsider he referred to was me.

Smirking, Martin approached the bedside.

“Ignatius, if you agree to let me take control, just nod.

I’ll ensure Black Group prospers under my leadership.” Despite his anger, Ignatius was unable to utter a word.

He gripped the covers tightly, shooting a fierce glare at Martin.

“Mr.

Black Senior mustn’t be agitated,” Ewan interjected solemnly.

“I believe Ignatius has agreed,” Martin declared.

“Who says Grandpa agreed?” I entered the room, standing firmly by Ignatius’ side.

” Everything that belongs to the Black family, including the shares of the Black Group, is for my unborn child who’s the rightful heir of the Blacks.

Am I right, Grandpa?” Ignatius stared at me as I spoke.

Though taken aback by my statement, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Martin’s expression darkened.

Dax sneered, “Mind your place, woman, or your child may never see daylight.” Ignatius shot Dax a furious glare, his lips slightly parted as if on the verge of cursing.

I suddenly felt a pang of pity for Ignatius.

Despite his life of prominence and influence, he now lay confined to his bed.

Even his wealth and power left him powerless.

“You find pleasure in intimidating a mere woman, don’t you?

Is that the best you can do?” I countered, meeting his gaze without flinching.

For all their intimidation, could these people be any more fearsome than a serial killer?

Taken aback by my defiance, Dax sneered and walked forward.

With Ignatius incapacitated on the bed, he certainly felt emboldened.

As I began to step back, Dexter stood before me.

His tall and imposing figure gave me an inexplicable sense of security.

Dax frowned and looked at Dexter.

“You’re nothing but a fool, yet you have the audacity to defend her?’ Dexter stared at Dax and remained silent.

He was used to the rough and tumble of the underworld, but now he seemed intimidated by the fool, Dexter.

Dexter rarely spoke, maybe because of an old injury that left his voice raspy.

Yet, when he got serious, he was truly intimidating.

“The Black Group can’t stay without a leader.

Are you letting this idiot take over, or will it be her?” Martin’s voice broke the tension.

“I’ll take over the company,” Dexter spoke up.

I had intended to offer to temporarily assume control, but Dexter beat me to it.

His words stunned everyone, including myself.

Even Ignatius stared at Dexter in disbelief.

His expression was complex as he struggled to articulate his thoughts.

A glimmer of fear reflected in his gaze.

I began to wonder if Ignatius was afraid of Dexter.

“It seems like even Ignatius doesn’t find it easy to hand over the company to a fool.” Martin chuckled.

I frowned, leaning in to whisper to Ignatius, “Grandpa, you don’t want your hard€“earned empire to be snatched away by someone with wolfish ambitions, do you?” Ignatius’s gaze stiffened, and he slowly nodded in Ewan’s direction.

Ignatius finally agreed to let Dexter lead the company.

Martin cast a furious glare at Dax and muttered, “He’s just a fool.

Let’s see how long he can last in the company.” “Do you mean Ignatius would rather hand the company to that fool rather than give us even a small share?” Outside the door, other relatives still clung to hope for a share of the inheritance.

I glanced at Dexter, signaling him to relax.

“I’ll help you.” Dexter didn’t say anything.

He held my hand, wanting me to stay with him.

“How could Ignatius leave such a huge family business to a fool?

Can a fool even manage the company?

It’s ridiculous.

I think he’s gone senile,” someone remarked outside.

“Is he even thinking clearly?” Outside, there was a commotion.

Dexter and I walked out, looking at those people.

“Grandpa’s just sick, not gone.

He’ll get better with treatment.

The Black family is just facing a small problem.

Are you all that eager to divide the inheritance?” I asked coldly.

“If you upset Grandpa, you won’t get a single share.” They looked over, seemingly stunned by my words.

They didn’t seem to expect Sofia, who was rumored to be timid and obedient, to suddenly become assertive.

“I always thought you were timid, but now things seem more complex,” Dax sneered, glancing at me.

The others fell silent and followed Martin out.

They hadn’t given up, nor were they scared off by me.

It was simply because Ignatius was still alive.

After everyone left, I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Dexter.

“You’re too impulsive.

Why did you say you want to take over the company?

Can you handle it?

They’ll definitely make things difficult for you, and you won’t even last a day.” I was certain that the company had undergone a significant internal restructuring, with most of the employees likely Martin’s men..

Dexter looked at me and fell silent.

I felt a headache coming on.

I hadn’t even sorted out the matter of the murderer yet, and now I was getting dragged into the power struggle of the Black family.

“Mrs.

Black, although Mr.

Black has agreed to join the company, I still have to remind you that this isn’t a simple matter,” Ewan came out after putting Ignatius to bed.

He adjusted his glasses and looked at me.

“The Black Group is working with the Coleman Group.

Tomorrow’s meeting is with Damien Coleman, the president.

If it goes well, it’ll help the young sir assert himself in the company.” I was taken aback for a moment and instinctively looked up at Dexter.

It was quite coincidental that we had to collaborate with that lunatic again.

Dexter’s expression darkened, and he glared angrily at Ewan.

“Enough!” Clearly, he didn’t want me to have any contact with Damien.

But Ewan seemed oblivious.

“If you can’t secure this collaboration, it’ll be difficult to gain credibility within the company.” This marked the most critical initial step for Dexter in taking charge of the company.

“I’ll accompany you to the company tomorrow.” After a moment of silence, I made up my mind to help Dexter in this matter.

“You don’t need to,” Dexter whispered before heading upstairs.

He was clearly upset.