âI told you to leave!â
Joseline regarded the nurse with a cold gaze and spoke disdainfully. âDo you not understand what Iâm saying? Iâm my grandpaâs biological granddaughter. Donât I have the right to speak to him?â
âNo, thatâs not it. Youâve misunderstood.â The nurse lowered her head with a conflicted facial expression. âI-In that case, please take care of Old Mr. Sorelle, Mrs. Yiurk. Do let me know if you need anything.â
She had no choice but to leave the room.
When the nurse reached the door, Joseline suddenly grimaced and uttered solemnly, âYou donât have to work here anymore from today onward.â
âWhat?â The nurse asked in shock and bafflement, âMrs. Yiurk, who gave that order? Ms. Sorelle was the one who hired me, and she never told me I was firedâ¦â
At the mention of Angeline, Joselineâs face darkened, and her tone grew harsher.
âAngeline was chased out of the Sorelle residence five years ago. How is she qualified to interfere in Grandpaâs matters?â
After saying that, she took out a stack of cash from her bag and tossed it at the nurse, contemptuously demanding, âLeave this place. I gave the order!â
The nurse was stumped.
Tears brimmed in the nurseâs eyes, but she didnât dare to speak further. In the end, she could only leave aggrievedly in silence.
However, right before she shut the door, she secretly glanced at Joselineâs menacing countenance.
She thought for a moment before ultimately fishing out her phone from her pocket and dialing Angelineâs number.
Unfortunately, she could only hear the beeping sound from the speaker even after waiting for a long while.
She paced around anxiously and redialed Angelineâs number a few times.
Meanwhile, following the nurseâs departure, silence filled the air inside the ward.
Joseline stared at Wilfred, who was lying on the bed on the verge of death. Sneering, she approached him and asked pretentiously, âGrandpa, howâve you been lately?â
Wilfred turned agitated when he heard Joselineâs voice. He stretched out his trembling hand for some time while coughing violently.
âI suggest you donât waste your energy.â Joseline walked up to Wilfred and lowered her head to look down at him. âI know you loathe me, but what can you do about it? Youâve already made your will, after all. Sorelle Group is mine now.â
Her knowledge of such information was precisely why she dared to act recklessly and uttered those words to Wilfred.
She no longer had to put on any façade, finally able to be herself.
âYou⦠Mmm!â
Wilfred tried to open his mouth to scold her but could only mumble the whole time without articulating a word. He grabbed the glass of water on the table and hurled it at her.
Joseline failed to dodge in time. As a result, the glass hit her, prompting her to yelp in pain. The next instant, a furious expression spread across her face.
âD*mn old man, how dare you!â She glared at him and reached out to shove him to one side. Then, she barked, âHow dare you behave in this hot-tempered manner when you canât even take care of yourself now? I think youâve grown too full of yourself after getting pampered for so long!â
After being pushed to one side by Joseline, Wilfred lay on the bed; his eyes fixated on the ceiling.
Only after wiping off the water on her did she drawl with her arms crossed, âSince youâre already in this pathetic state, thereâs no need to keep you in the dark anymore. I shall let you know the truth before you die.â
Wilfred stayed silent.
âThe truth is, Iâm not related by blood to the Sorelle family. I learned this after eavesdropping on my parents six years ago. Do you remember the 918 Explosion that shocked the nation twenty years ago?â
Joseline bore her eyes into Wilfred hatefully.
âThe great fire at the clothes factory in the past burned one hundred and fifty people to death. My biological parents were among the casualties. They suffered an agonizing and horrible death.â
He remained quiet while listening to her.
Joseline started to get all choked up as she narrated.
âAfter a thorough investigation, I realized the great fire was a planned catastrophe. Your son, John Sorelle, was the mastermind. Why did he drag those innocent people into his conflict with the factoryâs owner? If it werenât for the Sorelle family, my family wouldnât have been destroyed, and John wouldnât have adopted me out of pity. I donât mind telling you the truth now. I killed John and his wife by tampering with their car.â
âYouâ¦â
Upon learning the truth, Wilfred became worked up. He lifted his shivering hand, and his lips twitched.
âD*mn you, you evil woman!â he growled while fixating his eyes on her with utter detestation.
After shouting those words, he seemed to have been drained of all energy as his eyes gradually shut, and his arm fell limp beside his body the next second.
Wilfred became unconscious again.
Looking at him, a frantic look flashed across her eyes. She staggered backward and collided forcefully with a cabinet. The acute pain pulled her back to her senses.
âAh!â
She gasped in agony before slowly recollecting herself after some time.
Why should I feel scared? Sorelle Group is already my property. Once Grandpa dies, Iâll become Sorelle Groupâs Chairman. I canât wait for when that happens!
The night arrived, and the lights lit up.
Moistdore Cosmetics was tasked to handle Angelineâs look for the night. She wore a sky-blue evening gown, and her curly hair was braided and combed to one side of her shoulder. A few flower-patterned clips adorned her hair.
Her appearance was captivating and magnificent. Anyone who laid their eyes on her would be charmed by her good looks.
The networking event was held in a castle. Violinists in tuxedos performed in the spacious courtyard while men and women embraced each other as they engaged in ballroom dancing.
An exceptionally lively dining area was nearby, providing the guests with barbecue food and some desserts.
Angeline garnered a lot of attention the moment she showed up. A few scions even whistled at her, but she didnât bother to entertain them.
She stood rooted to her spot while grasping the hem of her dress. At that moment, the photographer arranged by Moistdore Cosmetics walked up to her and whispered a reminder beside her ear.
Only then did she shift her gaze onto a tall, gentlemanly-looking man who was socializing with someone else not far away.
He was the CEO of Joan Group as well as the networking eventâs organizer, Zeferino Levert.
As Angelineâs mother was involved in the fashion design industry, her house was filled with fashion and lifestyle-related books. The book covers would always feature news about Joan Group.
Hence, Joan Group left a significant impression on Angeline since she was little. Joan Group was an internationally-renowned brand, and its new products would be sold out instantaneously upon their launch.