Chapter 300

Chapter 300:

Courtney let out a heavy sigh of relief before quietly slipping away.

Rowan remained in the office, lost in thought for what felt like hours. It wasn’t until Glenn’s assistant entered, reminding him about the pending documents, that Rowan snapped out of his daze. “I just need a bit more time. By the way, where are the documents for the Green City International Project? That’s our top priority right now. Let me review them first.”

“They should be in the chairman’s office,” the assistant replied.

“Alright, got it. You can go now.”

Once the assistant had left, Rowan made his way to Glenn’s office. He began searching the room until he found what he was looking for—a safe, discreetly tucked away. It seemed likely that the project documents were inside the safe, but Rowan faced a daunting challenge—what was the password?

He tried Glenn’s birthday—no luck. The company’s founding date—wrong again. With only one attempt left, panic began to set in. What could it be? His mind raced, but anxiety clouded his thoughts. Sweat beaded on Rowan’s forehead as he struggled to think. Then, a memory surfaced. He entered a date, and to his astonishment, the safe clicked open.

Rowan’s breath caught in his throat. The password was the day Nolan had passed away. Glenn had always remembered that day… Did he use this date as the password to honor their father? A crushing wave of guilt surged through Rowan, the realization hitting hard: Glenn was miles ahead of him in every way that mattered.

Just as Rowan was drowning in his thoughts, his phone buzzed, jolting him back to the present. It was his daughter. “Dad, what’s the status? The Chapman family wants the documents soon!”

Rowan exhaled heavily, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. “I still can’t shake the feeling that this is a terrible idea.”

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Courtney’s voice was firm as she urged her father on. “Dad, there’s nothing wrong with this plan. I’ve already reached an agreement with the Chapman Group. Once it’s done, the Johns Group will be ours to manage. We can hire a professional manager or even keep Uncle Glenn and the others in place. The only difference is, you’ll be the chairman!”

Courtney’s confidence was infectious, and Rowan found himself agreeing. The logic was sound—Johns Group would remain in their hands.

“Alright, I understand,” Rowan said, taking the documents from the safe.

After leaving the office, he headed home and handed the documents to Courtney. Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Dad, just be patient. We’re about to make a huge comeback!”

Meanwhile, on Senna Street, the scene had been cleared. The ambulance had arrived, and two charred bodies were now on stretchers. When Glenn arrived and saw the devastation, the world around him seemed to spin. His vision blurred, and he nearly collapsed, but he forced himself to approach the ambulance. The bodies, covered in white sheets, were a sight too horrific to bear. The strong, composed man broke down, tears streaming uncontrollably.

It was his daughter, the one he had only been reunited with recently! Glenn felt as if the ground was slipping away from him. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real.”

“Mr. Johns, please, calm down,” Andrew said, supporting him. “You need to stay calm…”

“How can I possibly calm down? My daughter is dead!” Glenn’s voice broke, raw with a grief so profound it shook the formidable business tycoon to his core, revealing a vulnerability no one had ever witnessed. Andrew, equally devastated, struggled to maintain his composure, his voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Mr. Johns, this wasn’t an accident. Someone orchestrated this.”

“Yes!” Glenn’s sorrow quickly morphed into icy determination. The fog of despair lifted, replaced by a burning resolve. His eyes darkened with deadly intent. “If someone did this, they’ll regret it. I’ll see to it that their entire family pays the ultimate price.”

“I won’t let them off either!” Andrew vowed, his eyes blazing with the same cold fire. Leaning in close, he whispered something in Glenn’s ear.

A flicker of surprise crossed Glenn’s face as he processed Andrew’s words. Then, he nodded, his voice a steely whisper. “I’ll bring Madisyn home first. Don’t say a word to Elaine—not yet. If she finds out now, it will break her.”

“I understand,” Andrew replied, his nod resolute. Glenn left, followed shortly by Andrew, who drove off in silence.

Once home, Glenn immediately arranged for Elaine to go on a trip, insisting with a firmness that left no room for argument.

Elaine, puzzled by his urgency, sensed that something was amiss—likely something related to the company. But seeing the determination in Glenn’s eyes, she chose not to press further and agreed to leave the country as he suggested.

With Elaine safely on her way, Glenn made his way to a bar, a place he rarely visited. He reached out to a few old acquaintances, friends he seldom contacted, and invited them to join him for drinks.

“Mr. Johns, you’ve never been one to drink with us. What’s the occasion today?” one of them asked, curiosity piqued.

Glenn offered only a faint smile in response, his thoughts clearly elsewhere as he continued to drink in silence. Sensing the weight on his shoulders, his companions exchanged glances. “Alright, since Mr. Johns called us out, we’ll drink with him until he’s had his fill!” And so, they drank together.

The drinking continued well into the evening until Glenn’s assistant finally called.

“Mr. Johns, Rowan isn’t cut out to handle the company affairs. I’ve noticed a backlog of documents that haven’t been dealt with yet!” The assistant hesitated to disturb Glenn, but the situation at the company was growing dire. If these matters weren’t addressed soon, the entire business could suffer.

“Let him deal with them. I can’t do this now,” Glenn replied, his voice weary, before hanging up and returning to his drink.

The assistant was left frustrated, unsure of what to do. A voice cut through the assistant’s frustration. “What’s the situation? Has Glenn not come back yet?”

The assistant turned to find Rowan standing there, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. With a helpless sigh, the assistant replied, “No, Mr. Glenn Johns has had far too much to drink. I’ve never seen him like this before.”

As the weight of the words sank in, realization struck Rowan—Madisyn must truly be gone. “I’m also heartbroken over what happened to Madisyn, but what Glenn must be feeling… it’s unimaginable. I get why he’s drowning in alcohol. But I can’t let the company suffer in the meantime. I’ll take care of the documents. The company must stand strong, no matter what.”

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