Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
“Bella has been quite amazing; QY is booming and has been winning favor from many royals and nobles. Her order book is so full it’s bursting at the seams. On top of that, she penned a song that skyrocketed to the top of the charts and her calligraphy and artwork have brought honor to our nation. Artists and calligraphers from all over have been flocking just to meet her, to talk to her, and to plead to be taken on as apprentices. The line at her door is so long, it might as well stretch to the Eiffel Tower!”
Hearing Alma speak like this, Beverly’s eyes filled with tears. She hadn’t expected that her niece had never stopped striving to be better.
“Oh, and there’s more,” Alma continued, “she’s been working on a medicine that helps Alzheimer’s patients. Just one shot can help them recall the events of the last seven or eight years. It prevents them from quickly degenerating into a state where they remember nothing at all and also eases symptoms such as aphasia and agnosia. However, this miracle medicine isn’t on the market yet. Several international pharmaceutical giants have already offered big bucks for it, but Bella insists it was developed for our people, and she won’t just cash in on national goodwill.”
Beverly couldn’t help but be moved by her niece’s broad-mindedness.
Her heart was as vast as the heavens, her ambition boundless. Compared to her, Beverly felt small despite her age—a mere twenty-one-year-old girl had outshone her.
She hadn’t realized her niece was already twenty-one.
Beverly reminisced about when she returned to the Collins family at eighteen, celebrated with a grand party at nineteen, and just like that, two years had passed, and her niece was already twenty-one.
The last time she saw Bella, there was an even greater air of elegance and spirit about her. One could sense that she had a broad perspective even during conversations.
“Oh, there’s something else you should know. In a couple of days, it’s Bella’s birthday, and she’s getting married to her fiancé on the same day. And guess what? Her five brothers are having a joint wedding ceremony too!”
Beverly was taken aback that her niece and nephews would all be celebrating their nuptials on the same day. She was overjoyed for them.
“We’ll both be there to offer our sincerest blessings,” Alma added, turning to look at her mother through the bars that separated them. Although her mother was physically close, she felt worlds apart, as if they were in completely different realms.
“We’ll also send Dad’s and your blessings,” Alma promised.
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The visiting time was up, and Frederica and Alma reluctantly stood up.
“Mom, take care of yourself in here.”
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woypapoudus We ave Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle and Aunt looking after us, accompanying us, and of course, there’s also Bella. She’s been so good to us.”
“That’s good.” Beverly reached up to wipe her tears, “And you also need to be good to her.”
“We will, definitely. We’re off to see Dad now, to share all this good news with him.”
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Even though they had lost their freedom, the mere chance to see them occasionally was enough to fill the two sisters with contentment.
On the other side.
Donna never thought she’d see her three children again in this lifetime.
Clutching the cold metal bars, she tried to get a clearer look on her children’s faces, but her vision was blurred by tears.
For two whole years, they had not come to see them even once; it was clear that they had been utterly disappointed by them.
But something unknown had brought them there today.
Donna couldn’t stop the tears, her body trembling. She wanted to call out to her children, but her throat was so raw, she couldn’t utter a single word.
“If it weren’t for Bella insisting, we wouldn’t have bothered coming,” Cathy said, her arms folded across her chest, clearly still holding a grudge.
Donna was momentarily taken aback, then more tears cascaded down her cheeks.
“Cathy’s a household name now, a real A-list celebrity,” Jeffery chimed in, “And Luna’s art is famous far and wide. Two years ago, Romeo transferred all of your companies and properties to my care, and I also received half the shares of McMillian Corporation.”
Though he had refused, his brother had insisted that as siblings, they should share the properties. His brother wanted to devote more time to his wife and not be so busy that he couldn’t even have a meal with her.
“But I don’t have his business acumen. I haven’t managed the previous properties as well as he did.”
Two years had passed since their parents’ incarceration, and by default, everything had been transferred to Romeo, who had promptly passed it on to him.
Despite two years of effort, he had only managed to advance these businesses a little.
Unlike his brother, who had developed the businesses in his hands to a whole new level.
“The reason you were able to make a little progress is because Romeo and Bella helped bridge connections,” Cathy said bluntly.
“Don’t you dare be stingy when it comes to picking out the wedding gift.”
“Wedding gift?” Donna perked up, surprised, “Romeo and Bella are getting married?”
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her son. After twoyddrs, Serts éry had drow en more composed, his demeanor now more dashing and debonair.
Seeing all three of her children standing before her, well and good, her tears came anew, once again blurring her vision.
“Let’s go, we still have one more person to visit, and et we pick outa gift facBalle? Sathy said, Hep forte Sightly impatient, but Donna could feel that her daughter actually missed them too.
“Send them my blessings,” Donna said through the bars, weeping. “I hope they grow old together, more and more in love with each passing day.”
“Will do,” Jeffery looked at his mother, and eventually, he and his two sisters left together to visit their father.
Throughout the morning, Mirabella, as the successor of Luna Capital, delivered a speech to over a thousand of the largest international investors and family representatives.
In the afternoon, she took a plane back home and, and at the top floor of a glass and steel skyscraper in Summerfield, a place where every inch of land is valuable, she announced the official establishment of Luna Capital’s headquarters, which spans 300,000 square meters.
Luna Capital was her legacy from Grandpa Alberto. To manage it more closely, she had moved the headquarters to Summerfield and lured the core team with high salaries.
After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, she convened a senior management meeting to review Luna Capital’s financial status and business performance for the quarter.
“Our real estate investments have been strategic and profitable. We’ve taken over six poorly managed but well-located office buildings and invested in four high-quality properties with stable cash flow. In addition, we’ve acquired 60% of the shares in Jersey Industrial Park, 65% in Sweet Home, and an 80% stake in Melody Music.”
“Our total profits for this quarter have increased by 15% from the last and are up by 45% compared to the same period last year.
We are the most trusted and one of the largest investment groups worldwide, second only to McMillian Corporation.”
As soon as the financial officer finished speaking, applause and praise showered Mirabella, who sat at the head of the table.
After the clapping subsided, Mirabella spoke, “In the past two years, our group has diversified into various industries, including healthcare, education, technology, and energy. Next on our radar is an independent consumer review group seeking public funding, and the automotive brand Ike requires capital for their new plant in Summerfield. I plan to invest in them to officially enter the automotive and e-commerce markets.”
The room burst into enthusiastic applause again.
“We have full faith in Mr. Collins’s vision; it can’t be wrong.”
“Luna Capital has thrived under your leadership. If Mr. Rollins were looking down on us, he’d surely be proud.”
To mention Alberto Rollins.
Ashadow flickered across Mirabella’s eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.
“Additionally, there’s a video platform I’m very optimistic about; I have already sent someone to negotiate. If all goes well, we’ll acquire a majority stake.”
The crowd praised her in unison again until someone chimed in, “Ms. Collins, the day after tomorrow is your big day! You shouldn’t be overworking yourself with Luna Capital matters.”
“Yeah, you’re spinning like a top every day. Don’t forget your own wedding in all this hustle.”
“If Mr. McMillian can’t walk down the aisle with his bride, none of us will get off easy!” The room shared a laugh at the playful warning.
Mirabella hadn’t realized her wedding to Romeo was the day after tomorrow.
Lately, she had been so busy that she didn’t realize how fast time had passed.
“Ms. Collins, if there’s nothing els let’s adjourn. Y betel Bealtidme apaiistalt preparing,”
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we’ve got it handled. Besidegrgs’ I
ve. hundredstoF topnotch investment experts here.”
“You should go try on your wedding dress.”
“Here’s to hoping Ms. Collins will be blessed with a couple of kids within three years.”
“To Ms. Collins and Mr. McMillian:
may you have a ifetinne of haporeds, avant oyrul bliss.”
With a thankful smile for everyone’s good wishes, Mirabella declared the meeting adjourned.
“Ms. Collins.”
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