Shining Bright After Rebirth

Chapter 941 It’s Getting Old

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Cecil shuddered at Queenie’s words. He felt his back stiffen as he sat on the chair, staring blankly at the floor.

The nightmares haunted him–excruciating pain, his body torn apart, the sight of himself barely clinging to life. The icy water, the biting wind, the agony in his chest, and the searing physical torment–each memory gnawed at him relentlessly.

Those

¿ were

too horrifying. Every time Cecil woke up, he was drenched in cold sweat. Yet, here he was, alive and well. He had come to understand something profound, it’s never reasoning that changes a person, but the hard–hitting lessons learned when they hit rock bottom.

Meeting Diana had been a turning point, like a jolt to his soul. He felt more clear–headed than ever now. As long as he could stop Queenie, that venomous woman, from succeeding, he believed he’d live a long life.

Cecil laughed bitterly, the distant look in his eyes sharpening with resolve. “Queenie, so you’ve gone back in time too, huh? But you missed your window of opportunity. I survived the day I was supposed to die. This time, the one who loses will always be you, Queenie.”

The words “gone back in time” hit Queenie like a hammer to the chest. A strange thought flickered in her mind, “In my dreams, there was that faint, pleading voice. What was it begging for

Chapter 941 It’s Getting Old again?”

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The voice was distant, muffled, and filled with pain. She couldn’t make out the words clearly, but certain phrases stood out, “child” and “lover,” repeated over and over. It made her realize something horrifying–those dreams weren’t just figments of her imagination. They were memories of things that had happened.

Queenie stumbled back a few steps, staring at Cecil’s smug, defiant face. “Cecil, you…”

Cecil couldn’t be sure if she, too, had remembered the past. But judging by the shift in her expression, something about her had changed. Her gaze was darker and more sinister now.

Queenie suddenly burst into laughter so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks. “Cecil, if what you’re saying is true, then the one who wins will always be me.”

She thought, “If Diana hadn’t ruined my plan, Cecil would’ve been on my side against her by now. I had to say, he’s much easier to use than Samuel ever was.”

Queenie might be remembering the past too. She just told me to die a slow, agonizing death, and I noticed her

he know, you may wonder? Well, because

was

It’s

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company. When she saw Cecil’s message, she didn’t feel much of

it made sense–if she could go back in time and Cecil could remember fragments of their past lives, then it wasn’t surprising that Queenie could, too. What intrigued Diana more was why

for her to overplay her hand.

Cecil could tell she had another plan in mind. Still, he wasn’t as hopeful as she

saw the news that Samuel had been released and

a misunderstanding–it was all a plot to

could be so awful? Samuel’s

another spoiled rich kid. Why are you hyping him

bother scrolling through the comments. Instead, his attention lingered on Diana’s swift

It’s

with a

alleged murder, the truth is out. He

soon.”

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lied to me. Damn him.

person Samuel supposedly killed was

person he wanted to kill was me. But after I talked to him, he changed his mind. He didn’t kill me. And guess what, Queenie?

a wheelchair.

on it. After all, Queenie figured that if she played her cards right, she could still

time, Queenie had helped Wyatt scheme against Cecil to ensure Cecil wouldn’t support him again. Yet Cecil had shown up anyway.

It’s Getting

to me. He’s so

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a mocking smile, she sneered,

dead, why did you report Samuel and cause the Farley Group’s stock to tank?” She deliberately twisted the story, her smile sinister as