Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
At that moment, a woman director approached her with a warm smile. “I’d like to wish you an early congratulations on your upcoming wedding. May your union with Mr. McMillian age like fine wine, growing more delightful as the years pass.”
“Thank you,” Mirabella replied, looking at Andrea in front of her.
She recalled the early days of taking over Luna Capital, when her absence due to lack of time had irked Andrea quite a bit.
After Tomas and Donna were taken into custody, Mirabella had flown abroad for the first board meeting. Andrea, seeing Mirabella’s youth, assumed she was a mere nepotism hire and openly questioned her capabilities more than once, even slamming down a resignation letter and walking out.
It was only after Mirabella had proven herself and personally invited Andrea back that they began to work together again.
“I used to think your Grandpa Alberto was a genius in the investment world, never missing a shot. But it turns out, your vision is even sharper than his. Luna Capital is lucky to be in your hands.”
Her words had barely settled when an elderly director stepped forward, chuckling. “I can’t believe in the blink of an eye, our Ms.
Collins is getting married. I wish you and Mr. McMillian a harmonious and lifelong partnership.”
“Thank you, Kim,” Mirabella said, her eyes softening.
This Kim, who knew about her running Allbara Investment and feared she might eventually integrate Mr. Rollins’s hard work—
Luna Capital—into Allbara Investment, thus he initially disapproved of her, even demanding that she step aside for the greater good.
Fortunately, Mirabella’s competence had eventually won him over.
“Bella, congratulations! We’ve all been looking forward to this day.” Heloise stepped forward, looking at Mirabella with the fondness of an aunt for a beloved niece. “If your Grandpa Alberto knew about this from beyond, he would certainly be overjoyed.”
Mirabella smiled. “Thank you, Heloise.”
Previously, Heloise had been concerned that Mirabella, as the founder of Allbara Investment, might favor her own group’s projects over Luna Capital’s well-being, and disregard the livelihoods of its people. and thus had opposed her leadership.
Then there was Vito, an old shareholder, who came walking over, and everyone respectfully made way for him.
Vito was a highly esteemed and formidable figure within the group and represented the biggest obstacle to Mirabella’s takeover.
The opposition led by him had caused Mirabella no small amount of trouble.
However, Mirabella quickly displayed her remarkable talent for investment, especially in real estate.
She first acquired 11 office properties overseas for $300 million, renovated them, and eotethéavtor a rear edt Gt $50 million, marking just one of her successes in the commercial real estate market.
Later, she formally partnered with Martin’s logistics group, taking a stake in his company, and helping him outmaneuver other family competitors while making a tidy sum for both of them.
Following that, she set her sights on the logistics sector under Light Group, ON pailtion oF”
705K stake, And 8 quiring a renowned domestic port area storage facility, adding 300,000 square meters of modern warehousing into her portfolio.
By then, the old shareholders like Vito were starting to be surprised.
Then, she launched scholarship programs at Summerfield College and Westerly College, raisin million, in luding SWE mAlion out of Hep bwH pocket. Since the project’s inception, nearly 300 outstanding graduates from both schools had joined Luna Capital and were making significant contributions.
Finally, the old shareholders, including Vito, were thoroughly impressed, respecting her with utmost reverence from then on.
At that moment, the senior shareholder stepped forward. “Your wedding is the day after tomorrow, and I’ll be there on time with my family. I wish you and Romeo all the harmony of a perfect duet, and a lifetime of happiness.”
“Thank you,” Mirabella said, knowing full well that his heartfelt blessing was not easily earned.
“About the things before.”
Before the old shareholder could finish, Mirabella cut in with a laugh, “I’ve long since forgotten about it.”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha.” The old man hadn’t expected this young woman to be not only magnanimous but also quite sharp. He thought to himself that Alberto had made the right choice after all.
“Then you better head home and get ready; you are not allowed to come to the corporation in the next two days,” the old shareholder declared with authority. “If you dare show up, I’ll personally block you at the door.”
Mirabella knew he meant every word.
“Thanks,” Mirabella said with a smile. “then I’ll leave these two days in your hands.”
After leaving the corporate headquarters, Romeo’s car was already waiting outside.
No sooner had Mirabella got into the car than he pulled her onto his lap, showering her with kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing and looking at him, “Are you that eager?”
“You just look so enticing right now,” Romeo said, eyes fixed on the girl in front of him. “You’ve changed a lot in the past two years.”
“Have I?”
“Yes.” He found the sparkle in her eyes especially enchanting, her allure growing by the day, and he leaned in for another deep kiss.
Just then, her phone rang.
Romeo, craving her like a hungry wolf, simply refused to stop no matter what.
Carl, sitting in the front, couldn’t bear to look, wondering what sins he had committed to endure such torment every day.
By the time Mirabella managed to push Romeo away, the phone had stopped ringing.
Romeo attempted to continue, but Mirabella pushed against his chest with one hand, keeping him at bay, while she grabbed her phone with the other. It was Molly calling.
“Bella must still be busy. Take a photo for me; I’ll send it to her.” At that moment, Molly held her judge’s badge in hand with a radiant smile.
“Let’s take one together,” Hans suggested, pulling her close.
Both of them were judges at the international design competition this year.
Molly looked beamingly at the camera, while Hans’ eyes shone with a tender light.
After sending the photo, Hans slid his arm around her waist, “Let’s head home.”
“Mr. Collins!” Many fellow judges and staff came over, extending their congratulations on the couple’s upcoming nuptials.
Molly responded with a smile, “Thank you, everyone. Make sure you come to our wedding!”
Hans’ gaze never left her. She had become more outgoing, always smiling. In crowded places, he was protective, ensuring no one jostled her.
This gesture was captured and spread online.
Once in the car, Molly kept looking at the photo on her phone. When she competed in design contestg: he I
vejiustnerstbre girl. She never imagined that one day she’d be taking over her family’s business and becoming a judge alongside Hans, and soon, marrying him.
Hans leaned over to buckle her seatbelt, “Sit tight, little one.”
“Oh, by the way, on the judges’ bench today, you kept whispering in my eal and offerin me siy@oks McHy cppldatt he mentioning, “Doing that, people will focus on us instead of the truly talented contestants on stage!”
“I was afraid you were hungry,” Hans said, looking at the girl eside iain
“You on tad BEGAN bites of your lurfch and three sips of soup.”
“I’m just worried about Bella,” Molly knew that this morning, Mirabella had given a presentation abroad to an audience of over a hundred investors and family representatives. But when Mirabella texted her after the talk, Molly finally breathed a sigh of relief, and she hadn’t eaten much upon entering the judge’s panel.
As a result, Hans sneaked treats to her from down below.
Just then, someone came running over and tapped on the car window.
Hans rolled down the window and accepted the afternoon snack handed to him. “Have a bite to eat first.”
“Did you get someone to buy this for me?” Molly beamed with joy, opening the package to find her favorite dessert. She didn’t take the first spoonful for herself but offered it to Hans instead.
Hans insisted she eat first, too fond of her to have it himself.
“Go on, try it.”
Hans took a bite, and it was sweet, heartwarmingly so.
“Delicious!” Molly exclaimed after her first bite, certain anything Hans picked out would be a hit, “Oh, right, I need to check if Myrna’s back.”
Myrna had been out on a challenging assignment and rumor had it, after this one, she’d get a well-deserved break. While Molly worried for her in silence, she was also eager for her return.
After sending the message, Myrna’s response came as an emoji, their secret code of sorts.
“Sister-in-law, I’m back from the mission and I bagged a national first-class medal,” Myrna showed her, adding, “I heard you won another award for your designs a few days ago. I didn’t get a chance to congratulate you right away. Is it too late, right? May you continue to rise as a genius in the world of design!”
“The design world already has its genius in Bella; I just need to improve more than before. Why are you also calling me sister-in-
law? It makes me sound aged,” Molly replied with a laugh, sending a voice message, “Are you and Chasel back too?”
“He’s back, and he’s won an award too,” Myrna couldn’t help asking, “Are you eating something?”
“Yeah, matcha cake.”
“I should’ve guessed, Hans must have gotten it for you. So, when are you guys heading back home?”
“Right now.”
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