Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 242

Egbert took the pills, but he didn't head upstairs. Instead, he just laid on the couch.

Eileen sat on the floor in front of him. He turned towards her, playing with her loose hair strands with his fingers, twirling them aimlessly.

Annoyed by his actions, Eileen turned to him, "What are you doing?"

Egbert gave her a weary look but said nothing.

Eileen stood up, picked up her laptop and her empty plate from her finished pasta, and headed towards the kitchen.

After she put the plate in the kitchen, she didn't even glance at Egbert when she came out. She went straight upstairs to her room.

In the living room, Egbert watched as Eileen disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

He raised an eyebrow, finally stood up, and muttered to himself as he climbed the stairs, "Guess she believed it."

For the next two days, Eileen stayed in her room, she didn’t come out even for meals, which the nanny brought up to her.

Two days later, on Monday.

Early in the morning, Eileen got up and left the house.

She was dressed in a light brown business suit, carrying a laptop bag in her hand, as she descended the stairs.

The nanny was preparing breakfast and asked, "Ms. Lopez, are you going out?"

"Yes." Eileen confirmed, dashing into the kitchen to grab three donuts from the plate, one in her mouth and two in her hand, her words muffled, "I won't be back for lunch."

The nanny quickly provided a Ziplock bag for her donuts and handed her two cartons of juice, saying, "Eat on the go, don't starve."

Eileen gratefully accepted them and was about to leave when she turned back to ask, "Is Egbert's cold better?"

The nanny was taken aback, "Master Egbert has a cold?"

Eileen deduced that he must be better and didn't say anything else. She waved goodbye and hurriedly left.

The front door opened and closed.

The nanny was about to return to the kitchen when she saw Egbert descending the stairs.

She asked, "Master Egbert, do you have a cold?"

Egbert, holding a stack of documents, casually replied, "No."

The nanny said, "But Ms. Lopez said you had a cold."

Egbert grunted, "I was pretending. She didn't care, so I stopped."

The nanny was speechless.

The boardroom at the top floor of Apex Synergy Group was especially serious today.

Ableson sat in the chairman's seat. His face was plastered with a multitude of crumpled band-aids, making him look like an uneven toad.

Ableson was angry. He scanned the room and asked, "How did things get to this point?!"

One of the shareholders coldly retorted, "Isn't it because of you? The number of original shares issued was determined by you. That girl named Eileen is your adopted daughter! You're responsible for this mess, Ableson. Don't you think you should take the blame?"

Ableson slammed his hand on the table, "I should take the blame? Then why don’t I get all your dividends! I've been begging and pleading for the eight hundred million for the land development case to cover the capital chain, and what have you all been doing?"

"Fine, since you put it that way, I've decided to divest! Withdraw my shares!"

"You......"

"Enough!" Seeing the escalating argument, the oldest shareholder in the room, Clark, intervened, "This is not the time to blame each other, Ableson, you said she would come today, so when will..." Before Clark could finish his sentence, the black door of the conference room was abruptly pushed open.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Accompanied by a gust of fragrant wind, a girl in a brown ladies' suit, holding a laptop in one hand and a pen in the other, walked in.

Eileen put her silver pen into her suit pocket and casually said, "I met a fan in the elevator and signed an autograph for her, which made me a bit late. Sorry."

She finished speaking but no one else uttered a word.

Everyone just stared at her, their eyes filled with scrutiny, rejection, and evaluation.

Eileen was courteous to everyone. She nodded slightly as a greeting to the shareholders and naturally walked towards the chairman's seat.

There, Ableson sat firmly in his office chair, gripping the armrests tightly, showing no signs of getting up. Eileen placed her laptop on the conference table, tilted her head, and smiled at Ableson, "Mr. Lopez?"

Ableson gave her a disdainful look, as if he was looking at an ant.

Eileen was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, nodded good-naturedly, and said, "No problem."

Then, she turned to the secretary outside the door, "Bring me a chair."

Was she giving up the chairman's seat? Huh, nothing more than that.

The other shareholders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with contempt. They thought she would be as domineering and arrogant as the rumors suggested. But she was just a young girl, intimidated by the number of people here, knowing to keep her tail between her legs.