Love Beyond the Mask novel 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.

-

Three days flew by.

Florence was running out of patience, the wait growing more intolerable by the day!

She couldn’t understand why Parisa, at her age, was still working so tirelessly, like a heartless work machine, never coming home.

She had said she needed to work late, promising to discuss matters when she returned to the estate for a break.

But, for the past few days, she hadn’t set foot in the estate!

Was there really so much to attend to?

Inko Group was an immovable corporate giant, understandable, but why did Parisa insist on doing everything herself?

Sitting on such a vast treasure yet unable to enjoy the wealth, buried in work day in and day out, what was the point?

Eventually, when she inherited this vast empire, she wouldn’t be as dull as Parisa, working herself to the bone. She’d simply delegate, ensuring work was done and wealth flowed into her hands.

To her, Parisa was just like Whitney, both mother and daughter, peculiar and contrary.

It seemed genetics really did determine everything.

The more Florence considered Parisa’s strict self-demands and love for work, the more she remembered her time in the Sheldon family, skimming off the top, exploiting Sandy, and playing up to Emma and Hudson.

She wasn’t cut out for hard work; that was for fools.

Now, she suddenly couldn’t adopt Parisa’s efficient, modest, strong-woman habits.