Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1039

Can he be trusted? Really, judging from a couple of rumors, Florence's words, or the doctor's, doesn't scratch the surface of who this man truly is!"

"...Madam Chairwoman, are you possibly considering a trip to Harmonia Country?" Erik said, with a focus that seemed to draw inward.

Parisa returned to her executive desk.

Leaning on it with one hand, her gaze was sharp, "It's been nearly two days since Director Phineas was attacked, and yet, there's been no word from the manager of our Harmonia branch about his condition. I've got a bad feeling about this.

If something were to happen to Director Phineas, it would mean the loss of one of the most capable directors in Harmonia Country. As the global chairwoman, how could I just sit by idly?"

Her words implied a hope that Phineas would pull through.

Otherwise, she'd have to step in and sort out the affairs at the domestic branches.

Inko Group, under Phineas's direct supervision, was the conglomerate's crown jewel. Such a vast company couldn't go a day without leadership. Although she's kept a low profile, through Phineas, she's been indirectly collaborating and exercising control. Parisa was deep in thought when suddenly, as if summoned, the office phone rang-

Her gaze shifted from the window back inside as she walked over and picked up the receiver, her slender fingers displaying an incoming international call.

"Miss. Tennyson, it's a call from the Harmonia branch!" Erik approached, reminding her.

Parisa waved him off, already aware, and answered, "Hello, is this the branch manager? I need an update on Director Phineas's condition."

After the caller identified themselves, they shared some news.

Listening, Parisa's legs gave way, stepping back in shock.

"A failed brain surgery, he's in a vegetative state?" Her complexion turned gravely serious, her piercing eyes tightening, "He might never wake up... How could this happen?!"

Erik stood by, watching her grip the phone tightly, her expression stern.

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Three days flew by.

running out of patience, the wait

was still working so tirelessly, like a

said she needed to work late, promising to discuss matters

few days, she hadn't

so much to

giant, understandable, but why did Parisa insist

wealth, buried

when she inherited this vast empire, she wouldn't be as dull as Parisa, working herself to the

like Whitney, both mother and daughter, peculiar and

really did

in the Sheldon family, skimming off the top, exploiting Sandy, and playing

couldn't adopt

did Parisa suspect she lacked the genes for excellence, or even doubt

the

three days had passed since Parisa should have heard about Phineas

she delayed any further without introducing Bryce

in Harmonia Country, it would be a disaster for both her and Bryce.

up from her bed, her face set as she instructed the maid to help her dress. Her wound had nearly healed; she

recommend Bryce for the position. Parisa had no reason to

set, Florence took the Bentley, courteously driven by Germinia, to the

skyscraper, nestled among classic European-style buildings,

sunlight, breaking through the clouds, illuminated the streets of Berlidon and pierced the

up, envisioning her swift entry into the global conglomerate, securing a position among the elite,

also usurp Whitney's birthright and wealth, a sweet

a gleam of joy, she calmly followed the company's receptionist into the elevator, heading straight to the 30th floor, where the