Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 434

The news anchor's voice rang clear over the stunned silence:

"In the shocking turn of events, Winslow Globals has finally made a dramatic comeback on the stock market —showing the fastest single-day recovery in company history. The company's sudden and bold internal restructuring move has stunned the financial world.

Just this evening, CEO Aiden Winslow released a statement confirming the termination of over a dozen board members, the cancellation of prior supplier contracts, and the acquisition of new funding from top-tier global investors, including Venerett Consortium and Lothaire Holdings…"

"According to the internal sources, this move had been in the works for months. CEO Winslow had already finalized deals with resilient board executives, restructured the investment strategy, and re-established partnerships with more profitable and globally connected dealers and suppliers. Industry experts are calling this a 'CEO masterstroke' —s strategic elimination of internal rot, while all the time masquerading as a crisis."

Dafydd's fingers clenched, his knuckles turning white as he further tightened his grip on the arms of his chair.

His jaws ticked. His throat burned. His face flushed red with humiliation and rage as he stared at the television screen —watching another loss getting engraved with his name.

"Dad, this … didn't you promise it would be different this time? How did we still end up defeated?" From the corner of the room, a young lad spoke up, frustration dripping from his tone.

But Dafydd didn't speak. He couldn't. The fury within him was too loud and the shame too bitter.

"What was previously speculated as a collapse has now been reframed as a calculated purge —a complete cleansing of what Mr. Winslow allegedly referred to as 'pests within the house' during the close-door meeting this evening."

The boy's voice rose again, now trembling with disbelief. He looked like he was on the brink of losing his sanity. "Dad, I am talking to you. Tell me … will I never be able to join the company and walk around with pride? Will I never get to be arrogant like your bast*rd son?!"

"Sources said that the CEO had never been drowning —he was simply busy clearing the debris, preparing for a more aggressive ascent …"

"Dad, how did I end up getting a useless father like you?! You can't even give me a legitimate name! Or anything. You are pathetic. Absolutely—"

BANG!

A sharp crack split the air.

The glass of the television screen exploded and scattered across the floor, not just making the lad zip up his lips, but also silencing the voice of the anchor who had been singing praises for Aiden.

Dafydd had thrown the remote —straight at the television. His anger was palpable.

The boy flinched, instinctively stepping back. His breath caught up in his throat as he stared at his father losing his calm. He felt aggrieved, but he knew better than anyone that facing his father's wrath would leave him alive.

Hence, he didn't dare to continue. He just stood there, waiting for his father to regain his composure.

But little did he realize, this time the damage caused was so much that it wouldn't be easy for Dafydd to regain his composure that easily. Especially, since he has seen himself succeeding so closely.