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    The message was sent, but doubt lingered in Rachel’s mind.


    She wasn’t experienced with running apany, and it left her feeling overwhelmed.


    She spent the whole night in the study, the ce where An used to spend time, though his visits had be rare as his health declined.


    But every time she entered, she could feel his presence, as though he was still there.


    She would even convince herself that An hadn’t really left, that maybe he was still watching over her, in his own way.


    Especially when she sat in his chair, she could almost picture him sitting next to her.


    That night, she didn’t manage to sleep at all.


    The next day, despite looking exhausted, she carefully applied makeup to hide any signs of weariness.


    She put on a sharp business suit, tied her long hair into a neat bun, and stepped into high heels, heading to thepany with a sense of determination.


    While waiting for the elevator, she noticed a group of people watching her. Some greeted her with polite smiles, others hesitated, and a few just stared quietly.


    After all, the news of her marriage to An had been freshly announced, only for him to pass away soon after.


    Those with experience in the workce could sense the tension in the air; the upheaval within thepany was clear to everyone.


    The oue of the power struggle in upper management was anyone’s guess, and everyone seemed to be watching intently, wondering which way it would go.


    Once she arrived at the office, Rachel immediately began preparing everything ording to n.


    “Alban, how’s everything on your side?” she asked.


    “Everything that needs to be done is set,” Alban answered.


    The meeting was about to begin, and everyone knew it would be a tough one. Before the meeting started, Lizzie called on video. She looked weak, wearing an oxygen mask, and her voice was soft and full of regret.


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    “I’m so sorry, Rachel. I…”


    “I feel like it’s my fault for bringing you into this. When things got critical, I left everything in your hands, and I…”


    Rachel cut her off gently. “Lizzie, now isn’t the time for apologies. Please focus on getting better. I’m waiting for you toe back and stand with me. We had An’s support before, but now we have to rely on ourselves.”


    “I understand. I was afraid before, and I stepped back. But I won’t make that mistake again,” Lizzie said, her voice filled with resolve.


    “That’s the spirit! Take care of yourself too,” Rachel replied with a firm nod.


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