Chapter 298

Chapter 298:

At the Klein Group, Andrew was in the middle of work when suddenly a sense of dread washed over him, causing his heart to skip a beat. Acting on instinct, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Madisyn.

There was no reply.

Normally, if Madisyn didn’t respond, Andrew would assume she was caught up with work and leave it at that. But this time, a gnawing urgency took hold of him, and he kept sending more messages.

When there was still no response, Andrew called her directly.

“Hello, the number you have dialed is currently switched off…”

Madisyn never turned off her phone. Panic surged through Andrew.

He frantically started to track her location, but a breaking news alert flashed on his screen.

A car accident on Senna Street!

That was the same street Madisyn drove on every day.

With trembling hands, Andrew clicked on the link. His heart sank as he recognized the license plate in the twisted metal. It was Madisyn’s car.

In that instant, it felt as though his entire world had crumbled.

“Get the car ready—we’re going to Senna Street!” Andrew ordered his assistant without hesitation.

When they arrived at Senna Street, the road was still engulfed in flames. Firefighters were on the scene, battling the fire with urgency.

Andrew stepped out of his Rolls-Royce, his heart pounding as he took in the chaos before him. Without a second thought, he rushed toward the burning wreckage.

“Sir, you can’t go in!” A firefighter blocked his path.

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“Madisyn!” Andrew cried out, his voice laced with desperation.

“Sir, do you know anyone in the car accident?” The firefighter’s voice was thick with sympathy. “But… there are no survivors.” The words hung in the air, unfinished, as if too painful to say aloud.

“Impossible!” Andrew’s voice broke, his eyes filled with tears for the first time in his life. In that instant, the vibrant world drained of color, turning to stark black and white.

The warmth of autumn suddenly gave way to the biting cold of winter.

Andrew refused to believe that Madisyn could be gone just like that. Only yesterday, they had been eating and laughing together!

Desperation seized him, and he tried to break free, running toward the wreckage.

But his assistant held him back tightly. “Mr. Klein, please, you need to stay calm. The fire is too intense! The firefighters will have it under control soon!” The assistant knew all too well that with a blaze of this magnitude, survival was almost impossible.

The firefighters worked swiftly, extinguishing the flames before beginning their search.

But what they found were two charred bodies… When Andrew saw this, his world shattered—he collapsed, fainting on the spot.

The assistant was stunned. When had his composed, unshakeable boss ever been so overwhelmed? Hurriedly, the assistant called for an ambulance as the crowd murmured in sympathy.

“What a beautiful car. The owner must’ve been someone wealthy.”

“Such a tragedy… That man loves her so much. It’s heartbreaking.”

Amidst the murmuring crowd, a shadowy figure observed the scene with a cold smirk before quietly slipping away.

“Madisyn, you’re finally out of my life! This is exactly what you deserved!” she muttered to herself.

Back at the hotel, Jenna immediately dialed Courtney’s number.

“You did well.” Courtney’s voice held a note of excitement. Things had gone even more smoothly than she’d anticipated. “Don’t worry, the Chapman Group will stand strong.”

“Thank you, Courtney,” Jenna replied, her voice tinged with emotion.

After hanging up, she gazed out at the sky, feeling a sense of satisfaction. With Madisyn gone, the Chapman family secure, and her life as the pampered princess of a wealthy family intact, the world finally seemed like a better place.

In the Johns Group’s branch office, Glenn had been overseeing the branch’s business while Rowan served as a manager working under him.

Ever since his mistake a few days ago, Rowan had been on edge, feeling as though everyone was watching him with judgmental eyes. He was furious—he hadn’t meant to make such an error! After all, who doesn’t make mistakes at work?

Frustrated, Rowan returned to his office, working at a sluggish pace. By the time the morning had passed, he had only managed to review a few documents, leaving him with a throbbing headache.

Irritation gnawed at him. He had never been interested in these tedious tasks, preferring to focus on his art. The idea of having to worry about everyday expenses had never crossed his mind before. With a heavy sigh, Rowan realized more and more that he wasn’t cut out for the business world. But what choice did he have? If he didn’t work, how would he and his family survive? Resentment toward Glenn began to fester within him. If Glenn hadn’t cut off his dividend, he wouldn’t be stuck in this job he despised.

And with Glenn always overshadowing him, how could he ever make a name for himself?

Just as Rowan’s frustration peaked, his phone rang. It was Courtney. The news she delivered left him stunned. “You can’t be serious!”

“I’m completely serious, Dad. This is our moment.” Courtney’s voice was filled with certainty.

Rowan was floored—Madisyn was really gone?

A fleeting moment of sympathy passed through him, but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of ambition.

Glenn had adored Madisyn; her death would shatter him. This was Rowan’s chance to step into the spotlight! Even if business wasn’t his forte, who else could the Johns Group be handed over to but him?

With newfound resolve, Rowan stood and marched toward the CEO’s office.

As the elevator doors opened, he saw Glenn rushing out of his office, looking distressed. “Glenn!” Rowan called out.

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