"Why don''t we just sell thepany to them? Let''s just sell it while we still can. I really don''t want to end up with nothing." Her voice started to quiver as she spoke, "I''m sorry but I''m really scared of being poor again. I don''t even want to imagine going through those hard times again. I can''t," she shook her head deliriously and her grip on the side of my dress tightened, "I can''t go back to those days."


    She started to cry again and Iforted her, "Don''t be afraid, I''m here. We''re in this together. Let''s keep holding on. Whoever is behind all this will eventually show themselves. Then we''ll know what to do." I made her face me and I firmly held her gaze, "Don''t worry, this is not the time to panic. This is the time to remain strong and keep our hopes alive."


    Grace sniffed and nodded, huping. "Okay."


    It''s been days of receiving bad news and the worry and fear was anxiously eating away at me. I might have assured Grace that everything would be fine but I wasn''t so sure anymore. I told her not to panic but it was the exact thing I was doing. My grips on the handles of the cups were so tight that I was surprised that there were no broken cups or mugs yet and my hands wouldn''t stop shaking.


    As each night morphed into another day, so did my hope morphed into despair. I couldn''t watch apany we''ve worked so hard to build just copse in the blink of an eye yet there was nothing I could do.


    No matter how much we promised our partners or suppliers, they were adamant on pulling out. I had even desperately promised the shareholders a higher dividend and the investors a higher return on investment even though I was well aware that it might cripple thepany in the long run but they all refused. They just didn''t want to have anything to do with Luxe Vogue.


    I flinched, almost jumping out of my chair when Grace burst into my room. I held my chest as I watched her drop herptop before me. "What happened?"


    "I can see you haven''t checked our business mails. We just received a purchase proposal!"


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    I turned in my seat and stared, wide eyed, at the amount in the mail.


    "Five million dors?!" Grace and I said simultaneously. Mine came out confused and shocked while Grace sounded ecstatic.


    "Sydney,I''m sorry but we will sell Luxe Vogue. We can start over with this payment."


    "What about our Goodwill? The image we''ve built all these years," I started to argue but I derailed. "Wait, who wants thepany? Who is willing toy this much for apany that''s slowly deteriorating?" It hurt to refer to ourpany like that but it was the truth.This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Grace shrugged. "I don''t know. I read it but I don''t remember. My senses must have deleted it when I saw the amount they were willing..." she trailed off as we both saw the acquirer.


    My blood ran cold and I gritted. It was Mark''s fuckingpany - GT Group!


    "Are you thinking what I''m thinking?" Grace asked, her voice trembling in anger -I hope. "They offered a hundred million dors before!"


    "It all seems clear now. They manipted everything and now they want to take advantage of the situation."


    "Goddamn!" Grace blurted out and started to pace the room, her hand gripping her hair.


    I sneered, my gaze pinned on thepany''s name of the proposal mail." Grace, just wait," I bit out bitterly, "I will tea