Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she did those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL 👼
James nodded solemnly, his expression softening with a tinge of wistfulness. "Yes, my dear. I am going to step down and have over the company to you. And when Gwen comes back home, you both can run the company together."
Elsa's eyes widened in disbelief as James's words sank in.
Elsa felt a lump forming in her throat, her heart racing as the gravity of the situation hit her. "But why would you step down?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Because I'm getting old, Elsa," James replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "And you, my daughter, are more than capable of leading the Simba empire. After all, you've built Delancey from the ground up and turned it into the biggest fashion house in the country and beyond. That's a testament to your skills and experience."
Elsa felt a surge of pride at the praise, a warm smile blossoming on her face. But the weight of the responsibility still loomed heavily in her mind.
Rosanna reached out and gently squeezed Elsa's hand, her eyes filled with a maternal warmth. "And besides, Elsa," she added, "you are the lion cub. It's your birthright to be the CEO of the Simba empire and run the company. That's your inheritance as the firstborn, just like Gwen."
Elsa chewed on her lower lip, her gaze shifting between her parents. "I don't know if I can do this," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "It feels like a lot of pressure to run one of the biggest companies in the world."
James immediately reached out and took Elsa's hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'll help you, okay?" he said, his voice steady and unwavering. "I'll guide you, one step at a time."
Rosanna nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with a mixture of pride and determination. "And if you still need some time to recover from everything that's happened, you'll have that time. I promise."
Elsa let out a deep breath, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Actually," she said, her tone light and playful, "I would love to start working immediately. It would be a good distraction."
The family erupted in laughter, the tension in the room dissipating.
Elsa's brow furrowed as she contemplated the implications of her parents' proposal. "But how will you do this?" she asked, her tone tinged with curiosity. "Will you just retire and give me the company?"
James chuckled softly, a warm smile spreading across his face. "No, my dear," he said, reaching out to gently squeeze Elsa's hand. "It has to be a celebration, as it has always been for generations. One lion cub passing the throne to the next. It's a glorious occasion."
Rosanna nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So you'll plan a party?" Elsa asked, her own enthusiasm beginning to build.
"Yes, and we have the perfect day," Rosanna replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Elsa's gaze shifted between her parents, her curiosity piqued. "Which one?" she inquired.
"Your birthday is coming up soon, right? It's just in a matter of three weeks?" James said, his expression brimming with anticipation.
Elsa's eyes widened in realization, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. "Oh, right," she murmured, "I actually forgot."
Rosanna reached across the table and grasped Elsa's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Well, we haven't," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "And we want to introduce you to everyone on that day and officially hand the company over to you. How does that sound?"
Elsa felt a surge of emotions – a mix of excitement, trepidation, and a touch of apprehension. She took a deep breath, her gaze flitting between her parents' hopeful expressions. "It sounds...amazing," she replied, a genuine smile blossoming on her face. "I can't wait."
Elsa's smile suddenly faded as her gaze shifted to her father, who was looking at her with warm, loving eyes. Hesitantly, she spoke up, "Dad, I'm sorry for accusing you of killing your brother."
James reached out and gently placed his hand on Elsa's arm, his touch soothing and reassuring. "It's okay, baby girl," he said, his voice soft and understanding. "You didn't know. It was just a misunderstanding."
Elsa's brow furrowed as she contemplated her next words. "Now what?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of trepidation. "Will you have Anastasia put in jail for what she did?"
James nodded solemnly, his expression hardening with determination. "Yah," he replied, his tone resolute. "I've been working on the evidence for decades. Hopefully, we can finally take her down."
Elsa's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze darting between her parents. "I thought everyone believed you killed your brother, Dad," she said, her voice laced with confusion. "How come you were never arrested for it?"
James let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Because your grandfather just happened to see what happened and knew I was innocent," he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of relief. "But with all the evidence pointing to me and no evidence of who could have done it, including who sent the hitman, we had no choice but to call it suicide until we found enough evidence."
Elsa felt a wave of emotions washing over her – a mixture of relief, anger, and a sense of determination. She reached out and grasped her father's hand, squeezing it gently. "Then let's make sure we take Anastasia down once and for all," she said, her voice resolute.
James smiled proudly at his daughter, his eyes shining with a renewed sense of hope. "That's my girl," he said, his tone filled with affection.
Elsa's eyes narrowed as she processed her father's words, her brow furrowing in deep contemplation. "Do you know now who sent Anastasia to kill Carter?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and determination.
James let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the revelation. "A family rival," he replied, his gaze fixed on the tabletop. "Our company was in competition with theirs, and they wanted to ruin us."
Elsa's lips parted in a silent gasp, her heart racing as she tried to make sense of the information. "But why choose to kill Carter?" she pressed, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "Why not anybody else? And if this was done in order to take you down, he was only targeting one lion cub. You were still alive and still capable of taking care of the company, right?"
James lifted his gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "They wanted me to take the blame," he explained, his voice heavy with emotion. "Everyone loved Carter; he was the most intelligent, smart business man. Everything he touched turned into gold. He is the reason Simba Corporation grew as big as it is today. He knew exactly what to do to get it there. And it always worked. So he was the brains, and they knew if they spared Carter's life and decide to kill me instead, the company would be unstoppable in the future. So Carter had to go."
Elsa's heart sank as she listened, her mind racing with the implications of her father's words. "And for you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "they would paint you as the jealous brother who saw all the attention going to Carter and decided to end his life."
