Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 532

After two days and nights, the news of Arwen taking over the Davies Empire has spread like wildfire throughout the city.

The information had been carefully administered by the media team under Brenda's oversight, ensuring the release was controlled and devoid of controversy. As a result, apart from a few speculative murmurs and hearsay, the general narrative —both online and offline —was overwhelmingly positive.

Netizens were abuzz with discussions.

People were surprised, if not shocked, to discover that the mysterious Vice President behind Davies Internationals was no other than the woman they had only come to recognize as Ryan Foster's ex-fiancée.

"She was this capable all along?"

"No wonder she didn't think twice before breaking off her engagement with Ryan Foster. She was lethal when she did that."

"Heh! Lethal? I would say goddess. Ryan Foster was nothing but a jerk —he openly put her down to save his sweetheart. I am glad that she chose to leave him."

"Did you see the man she married? God! He is not just handsome, but I heard he is the young prince of the Winslow family —the first family that, along with the royals, kept the foundation of our country."

"Their pictures together are incredible. I can stop swooning every time I see them."

"True! They look so perfect together. One is sinfully handsome, and the other is gracefully elegant."

Arwen couldn't help the slight curl of her lips at the comment. With a light tap of her finger, she took a screenshot and saved it quietly.

Mia, who had been standing behind her, didn't understand at first. But when she peeked at the screen and read the comment, realization dawned —and so did a smile.

"Ma'am, you have become an idol for them," she said, her voice tinged with admiration. "You have now gotten fans. They are not just admiring your beauty and grace, but also your achievements. There are even a few young groups who have created their fan accounts."

Arwen chuckled, hearing her. But there was no hint of fulfilment in her expression. Her gaze remained cool, reflective. It was as though those admirations didn't move her at all.

"Are you not satisfied with it, ma'am?" the secretary asked curiously. She had seen people craving this kind of attention, and yet Arwen regarded it so casually, as if it were nothing special.

Arwen glanced at her, her lips curling again in a faint smile. "I am not a model or an actress, Mia. These comments are flattering, yes, and they made me smile —but in the end, they mean little. Public opinions are fickle. The same people who praise you today might drag you down tomorrow if you make a choice that doesn't fit their expectations. So giving them importance is not worth it. Not at least until, they help me earn."

"It seems I didn't groom you badly," came a familiar voice.

Right at that moment, the door of her office opened, and Brenda walked in, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Good to see you finally sitting here."

Arwen smiled and, pushing her chair back gently, stood up. She walked over and wrapped her arms around her grandmother. "Granna, you are here."

"Of course," Brenda said, gesturing as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I had to come to finalize the last of the official procedures. After today, you are taking over completely."

"Taking over completely?" Arwen's gaze narrowed briefly before she shrugged casually and said, "I am taking the position of CEO …"

Brenda gave a knowing smile, and suddenly it dawned upon Arwen —

"Granna, you —"

Before she could say anything, Brenda raised her hand to stop her. "I know what you are going to say, Wennie. But I am old now. I can't keep dragging this out until my end. I want to enjoy the time I have left without being buried in board meetings and business plans. Let me have some peace before my last day comes."

"What the hell are you saying, Granna?" Arwen frowned, clearly not liking the direction of the conversation. "Last day? Since when have you started thinking like that? You always insisted you were young and still growing. Why are you suddenly acting like you are … nearing the end?"

Brenda's gaze dimmed slightly as she looked at Arwen —an emotion flickering in her eyes that was difficult to decipher.

Arwen shifted uncomfortably. An unknown fear crept into her heart, making her feel restless. She was about to ask — into her heart, making her feel restless inside.

But just as she would have, Brenda let out a soft chuckle, breaking the silence that had begun to feel too heavy.

"Because I have no other way to make you agree, sweetheart," she said with a playful glint. "You will only listen when I play the emotional card."

Arwen rolled her eyes, though the tension in her chest didn't quite ease. "Granna, I don't like it when you talk like that."

"Then you agree to it," Brenda replied with a raised brow. "And I will have no reason left to use such tricks on you."

Before Arwen could respond, the door of her office creaked open again, and Margaret stepped in with a neatly prepared file in her hands.