Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 432

Back in New York —

That evening, a luxurious private room in one of the exclusive hotels was reserved under the name of David Dickens.

It wasn't just any gathering.

The room was filled with the same people who had previously resigned voluntarily from their board positions at Winslow Globals under the threat of Aiden —the same investors who had pulled their funding, and the same dealers and suppliers who had hastily backed out from their contracts in hopes of seeing Aiden down on his knees, begging for their support.

And tonight, they were all here to celebrate.

To celebrate the final countdown of the fall of Aiden Winslow.

Since it was a celebratory get-together, the atmosphere was light, music played softly in the background, and champagne flowed like water. Everyone was in high spirits, laughing and socializing, but it was obvious who the star of the evening was.

Dafydd Winslow —the man who comfortably sat in the focal point of the room, his posture relaxed and expression smug.

All eyes were on him.

One after another, the guests surrounded him, speaking with flattery dripping from every word, treating him like a king awaiting the coronation.

"Mr. Winslow, soon you will be achieving what you have worked so hard for. When the time comes, please do not forget us."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Winslow," another chimed in. "Soon, you will be sitting in the President's chair at Winslow Globals. We are counting on you."

"We have always believed in your capability," the third one added, raising his glass. "With you, we know we will never face any loss."

They all said one after the other, and the room echoed with their cheers.

Dafydd gazed at them. His eyes were unreadable, but his lips curled into a smug, appreciative smile. Leaning forward, he lifted his glass and said smoothly, "You all have supported me when it mattered the most. Of course, Dafydd Winslow would never forget that. When the time comes, each of you will be rewarded."

Hearing him say that, all the sycophants were satisfied. They cheered and laughed, filling the air with enthusiasm.

"Of course, we will be rewarded when the time comes! And the time isn't far away! Ha-ha~"

The voice came from a distance, turning every head in the room.

It was no other but Mr. Dickens who stepped forward, dragging along a woman less than half his age in his arms.

The night had barely begun, yet he already looked heavily drunk. He staggered as he walked, a lewd grin plastered on his lips while he whispered something into the woman's ears that made her giggle and hide her face behind her manicured fingers.

Anyone with sense would have found the sight disgraceful. But considering the status he held among these people, no one dared criticize him.

Instead, they laughed and cheered along with him.

"Mr. Dickens sure knows how to enjoy life —even at this age!"

"Haha! Old man Dickens, where did you find this beauty? She is a real stunner! Planning to keep her company tonight?"

Mr. Dickens chuckled, pulling the girl even closer. "Jealous, are you? You should know by now —I never settle for anything less than the best. Whether it's wine or women."

The woman giggled again as he pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheeks.

Everyone around howled with laughter.

"Sure enough, Mr. Dickens came ready to celebrate —and thoroughly, too!"