Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 610:

Elyse drove to the headquarters of the Lloyd Group. With Lanny behind bars, the authorities had shuttered the business.

By the time Elyse arrived, the employees had already stripped the place of anything valuable, leaving behind only the husk of a once-thriving company.

Papers littered the floor, and chairs were haphazardly strewn throughout the deserted office space.

Surveying the chaos, Elyse felt a pang of sadness. “My father built this company from the ground up,” she said, her voice tinged with melancholy.

“It flourished in its early days, poised to make a mark in Watscar. I never imagined it would come to this after falling into Lanny’s hands.”

Morgan, who had accompanied Elyse, offered her analysis with a calm demeanor.

“Lanny was never cut out for this. He lacked any real business sense. When he took over, he relied solely on those capable employees. It didn’t take long for everyone here to see him for what he was, and many talented individuals quit one after another.”

Elyse nodded, her resolve firming. “I need to visit the CEO’s office. That’s where my father spent his days.”

the archives. Maybe I can find the original meeting reports.” Those reports had all been signed by Rickey, and Morgan

her thoughts too scattered to focus on Morgan’s suggestion. She doubted that much of anything remained in the ravaged company, especially

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found it as barren as she had anticipated, devoid of surprises.

wood, this hefty desk bore the marks of many years, rendering it virtually worthless. Thus, departing employees

times. Recalling her childhood visits to the office, she remembered always seeing this desk. Indeed,

surface, her mind went blank, her gaze hollow. How she wished her dad were still alive. She deeply missed

Elyse crouched down awkwardly, clasping her hands around her knees as she fought to steady

to quell her grief, and her attention was drawn to the three drawers on each side of the

drawers. Upon opening the second drawer on the right, she inadvertently noticed a small hidden

and indeed, there it was. She reached in, her fingers brushing against a small notebook

notebook. The notebook was old, its pages yellowed and brittle, almost disintegrating

knocked the wind out of her—these were the musings of her dad, penned in his diary. Realizing she

father’s past, the memories he had left behind, beckoned strongly. After a moment of internal struggle, Elyse lifted her gaze and whispered into the