Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 204 The Harder You Work, the Luckier You Get

Aurora's assistant showed up at my place. Once I heard about Aurora's condition, I handed my kid to the nanny, changed clothes, and rushed to the hospital with her.

At the hospital entrance, a bunch of reporters were already there, waiting. The moment we stepped out of the car, they swarmed us. "Can you give us an update on Aurora's condition?"

"There have been rumors about Aurora's health. What's really going on with her?"

Aurora's assistant moved quickly towards the hospital, looking serious. I followed her closely while security kept the reporters at bay. Inside a fancy ward filled with doctors, nurses, and Aurora's students, it was eerily quiet. The smell of disinfectant was strong in the air. Aurora was lying on the bed in a gown and oxygen mask, looking pale and worn out. She managed a weak smile when she saw me. Her doctor, seeing she wanted to talk, took off her oxygen mask for a bit.

"Emily."

Aurora reached out her hand to me.

I walked over and held her hand. "Aurora."

I always knew Aurora's heart wasn't in great condition. But she was so health-conscious, I didn't think it would get this bad so soon. Seeing her now, with the heavy atmosphere in the room, I feared she was on her last breath. Aurora was my mentor in my entrepreneurial journey. She taught me professional knowledge and helped me build my confidence, guiding me to become a healthy, confident, and independent woman.

Even now, with her last breath, Aurora still had a smile on her face.

It was like she wasn't about to die but was about to be freed, heading to a better place.

"Emily, there's something you have to promise me."

"Tell me. If I can do it, I will," I said quickly.

Aurora smiled, relieved. "You can do it; I know you can."

She then looked at her assistant, who took a document from her bag and handed it to me.

I glanced at it and understood what Aurora wanted, quickly shaking my head.

"No."

Aurora held my hand, encouraging me. "Didn't you already promise me? I believe you can do it."

Aurora's contract meant she wanted me to take over the Moore Group for just one dollar.

honored and nervous about her trust in

essence of her life's work. She must have known her time was running out and wanted her

my hand, her usual gentle eyes now

down or betray her trust, so I

up with relief and satisfaction, like a huge

"Emily, do my makeup."

hit me hard. But I turned my face away, not daring

like she was about to attend a banquet. And she still wanted to

all her life, and she wanted

large makeup case, and I personally

beautiful. The blush made her face look rosy, and she looked no different from a healthy person, mainly because her eyes were still bright, without a trace of fear of death. Holding my hand, she told me, "Emily, the harder you work, the luckier

felt like an invisible force was transmitted from Aurora's hand-a spiritual

was about quality,

she lived fully and made others

left with a smile, without pain

my progress in Seabreeze Harbor. Aurora predicted my success and planned to pass her career to me when she saw my passion for beauty and took me as

an Emberlyn Beauty Retreat branch yet. I even thought about moving its headquarters there to stay

in Starlight City and nationwide, I seized the opportunity to hold a press conference.

anymore; the

biggest news in Starlight City early in the year, grabbing

our flagship store in the heart of Starlight City. Aurora's old beauty center now serves as our administrative

refined its departments and brought in a ton of talent, including former Moore

moved from Seabreeze Harbor to keep being

had a grand ribbon-cutting ceremony. The entrance was packed

thing was the flower basket sent by Skyline International Corporation. It was as tall as two floors, making it

the first day of the Emoire Artistry Group's opening, after the ceremony, I

wide-leg trousers, a white shirt, and a matching mid-length

front of the team and

their subtle reactions, I could tell that some people weren't convinced about my takeover of the Moore Group. After the roll call, a young woman in her early twenties rushed in, tidying her wind-blown hair as

"Sorry, I'm late."

a flurry. Seeing everyone staring at her, she quickly shut her mouth and stood quietly at

meeting was interrupted by her

the young woman and stopped, raising

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