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Chapter 41

Chapter 41 What’s the Use of Apologies?

I didn’t want to hear Ashley’s side of the story, I wanted to hear it directly from Walter.

He looked at me, his handsome brows furrowed, “What do you want to ask?” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Looking at him, I felt a lump in my throat, took a slight breath and asked, “Was it you who told my dad

that Ashley is carrying your child? Are you guys planning to get married?”

His brows furrowed slightly, his fair hands intertwined, his voice somewhat heavy, “I’m sorry, I didn’t

anticipate this outcome.”

A sinking feeling hit me, the suppressed emotions surged up. Looking at him, I said word by word, “So,

you admit it was you guys who upset my dad into the emergency room, right?”

He looked at me, his gaze filled with regret and helplessness.

“Thwack!” This was probably the first time I had hit him since I knew him. I couldn’t control the anger in

my heart, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, my voice hoarse with rage. “Why? Why did you do this? If

you’re not satisfied with me, you could have hit me! Why did you provoke a sick person? Walter, do you

know? The doctor said he only had three months to live, just three months, and you all cruelly deprived

him of that. Did his existence bother you?”

The man in front of me remained silent. He didn’t argue back, didn’t fight back, he just let me question

him. In response to my questioning, he simply said in a deep voice, “Sorry!”

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I suddenly laughed, feeling incredibly bored for a moment. I staggered back a few steps, suppressing

all my emotions. What was the point of such violent outbursts? My father was already gone. Even if I

killed him, my father couldn’t come back.

Thinking of this, I didn’t say another word and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” His voice came from behind as he grabbed her

wrist.

I shook off his hand, looking up at the red light shining above the emergency room door, I couldn’t help

but sneer, “Walter, trampling on others’ sincerity and trust, you are even more despicable than Ashley.”

Yes, killing them would have been useless, and would have only brought me trouble. But I wouldn’t let

my father’s death go unresolved like this.

After leaving the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department, I comforted my mother and took her back to

the Conner family.

When I arrived at the Conner Group, Cory was pacing anxiously outside the conference room. Seeing

me, he let out a slight sigh of relief and asked anxiously, “Have you arranged everything with your

dad?”

I nodded, several investors from Walling Street of Loredge had arrived in the conference room. There

was no time to grieve over my father’s matter, I asked Cory to briefly tell me about Bright Media.

He sighed, “The Bright Media project was initially acquired by the chairman who wanted to change his

line of business. At the beginning, this project was quite considerable, almost monopolizing more than

half of the River City market in the past two years. However, due to the rise of video and digital media

recently, this project has started to

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decline. Last year, due to financial issues, a Series B financing was carried out, allowing Loredge’s

investment bank to buy into Bright Media.”

I nodded, opening my mouth to say, “The shareholders of the investment bank have all come over, has

there been a problem?”

He hesitated a bit, looking at me as if he didn’t know what to say for a

moment.

Seeing him like this, I said, “Cory, just say it. My dad is no longer here. I’ve never taken over this

project before and I don’t understand the situation. If I go in there without knowing anything, I’m afraid it

will only make things worse.”

He nodded and began to speak, “Bright Media had made a project plan during the B round of financing.

The plan promised that the company would achieve a turnover of 100 million within a year after

financing. Two years later, Bright Media went public in Loredge, becoming the fastest domestic

company to ring the bell on NASDAQ.”

Listening to him finish saying all this, my jaw almost dropped to the floor. I looked at him with furrowed

brows and asked, “Were these promises on the proposal made by my father?”

He hummed in agreement, sighing, “It wasn’t a verbal promise, but at contract signed in black and

white. The company valued this project highly at the time, and the Conner Group was indeed in urgent

need of funds, so they had someone draw up this proposal, with the aim of attracting investors.”

Of course, I knew that in the marketplace, using high returns and promising prospects to attract

investors was something that most companies would do.

Taking a breath, I continued to ask Cory, “What would be the

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consequences if it’s not completed?”

Cory hesitated slightly and said, “If we can’t complete according to the plan, then we’ll implement the

betting agreement, transferring ten percent of the shares of Bright Media and the Conner Group to

several investors. These shareholders will have absolute say and decision- making power over the

Conner Group and Bright Media. Of course, the position of the chairman will be revoked, and the top

management will be arranged by these shareholders.”

I was a bit stunned, incredulously looking at him and asking, “How much is the investment? Why would

there be such an absurd agreement?”

“Thirty million dollars,” Cory began, helplessly. “At that time, the chairman thought that as long as he

could raise the funds, he could keep the Conner Group going, so he had no choice but to agree to this,

agreement.”