Chapter 12 The Puppet
Antonio was like a puppet that had suddenly lost its soul.
He had one hand propped on the table, allowing Tabitha, who had just finished hitting Helena, to punch and kick him. When she got tired, she would hug him and cry.
“Antonio, Grace is gone, Rory and Louis are gone too…”
“Why did it happen like this? You clearly loved her so much…”
Antonio’s face was covered in tears, and he seemed to have aged ten years, with all his vitality drained away.
“It was my fault…”
“It was me; I was wrong…”
“I had already noticed early in the morning that she was unhappy… She was crying all the time then…”
“My mistake! I deserve to die!”
Antonio, disregarding everything, slapped himself on the face one after another.
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The live broadcast ended here.
No matter how crazy the comment section got, the live page had already turned black.
I just arrived in Daskiulia from Coastville and got into the car
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of the agent. All the information regarding my identity has. been changed.
Housing, work, and enrollment have also been taken care of.
“Thank you, Timothy Vincent.”
“Are all the things over there already taken care of?”
Timothy glanced at my phone.
“To be honest, I always felt that you giving up the violin and running a company was a waste of talent. But now, you’re doing what you love. As for men, just find another one, no, you can find many.””
When it comes to “many“, Timothy’s tone is exaggerated.
I smiled.
Having experienced a passionate and reckless love like Antonio, followed by a betrayal and provocation that could rival a soap opera, how could I have the heart to talk about love again?
“It’s not necessary to be in a romantic relationship, just enjoy life!” Timothy said casually.
He was originally a carefree person, and with different cultural differences, he had many friends and lived freely.
I put down my phone and turned around to look at the two children in the back seat.
They were very excited, leaning against the car window and looking outside, going from one country to another, everything was fresh.
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Meanwhile, the Kaufman Group experienced its most severe crisis in many years,
The stock price fell limit down every day, and the frantic selling was just the surface.
What is more important is that the corporate image plummeted.
Antonio, who was once synonymous with being a good boyfriend, husband, and father, transformed into the epitome of a scumbag.
Helena was stripped more severely, from her birth, her
previous boyfriends, her work ability, and the villa she lived in.
The Kaufman Group was large enough, with deep barriers at every level.
Coming to the company, others worked 996, wishing to live in the company, fearing being laid off. But when it came to Helena, all she needed was a good sleep.
The enormous injustice broke down everyone’s defenses.
Can a person become wealthy as long as they lack morals?
The paparazzi kept coming one after another.
Antonio and Helena’s affair, it wasn’t that nobody knew about it before, it’s just that nobody dared to expose it.
The present moment arrived, and anyone who had any information on hand went crazy.
In the era where traffic was king, whoever broke the most sensational news would have more traffic and catch the
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overflowing wealth.
No public relations could help the Kaufman Group.
Antonio’s previous image was too successful, but now it has. completely collapsed, as if everything has been destroyed. He is firmly attached to the pillar of shame with Helena.
Competing companies of the Kaufman Group seized the opportunity and tried to take advantage of your illness.
Not only did they crazily scramble for resources, but they also crazily spread black materials, such as firing pregnant women and violating labor laws with 996.
The internet technology companies were like an earthquake.
Antonio was simply overwhelmed.
The company crisis and my “death” coincided at the same time. Even though he was exhausted and mentally drained, there were countless things that needed his attention every day.
And it was precisely like this that he overlooked many details when he handled my follow–up matters in Coastville.
What he eventually got were three boxes of ashes.
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There were three stray dogs, and two small ones.
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.