Chapter 144 Termination For All Who Miswrite Later, Heather Barton passed away in a car accident and Kent Barton took over the company. The siblings had a good relationship. The death of Heather Barton was a huge blow to Kent. Kent converted his grief into determination and numbed himself by putting his all into his career every day. For more than ten years, he never once slacked off, and he eventually turned Moonlight Group from a small company into a large corporation.
Kent also raised Heatherâs daughter, Annalise Barton, as his own child. Kentâs daughters, Abigail Barton and Annalise Barton, were of the same age, so he had always considered them twins. No matter what he bought for Abigail Barton, he would always do the same for Annalise. Sometimes, he even treated Annalise Barton better than his own biological daughter.
According to insider information, the reason why Kent Barton had sent Annalise Barton to the countryside was that they had met a sage-like Daoist priest in the cemetery on the day they buried Heather Bartonâs ashes. The Daoist priest had noted that Annalise possessed a strange fate. After asking for her time of birth, he explained that Annalise was fated to bear hardships in her life and that it would be best for her to be sent to live in the countryside. Allowing her to live closer to nature would in turn allow her to have a brighter future.
The Daoist priest had also mentioned that the sooner Annalise Barton was sent to the countryside, the better it would be. Kent was reluctant to do so and asked the Daoist priest how long he could delay it.
The priest told him six years old at the latest.
Hence, when Annalise Barton was 6 years old, Kent had no choice but to send Annalise to live in the countryside. She was sent to the countryside to be closer to nature, described by the priest as supplementing her lacking earth and wood energy.
Unexpectedly, after Annalise Barton grew up, she became an ingrate. Even though her uncle Kent was sick, she still aggressively forced Kent to hand over his company shares, hurriedly proceeding to hold at shareholdersâ meeting with the intention of harvesting and enjoying the fruits of his labor. She even wanted to kick Kent Barton out of the company.
The Barton familyâs genes were exemplary. Heather Barton was very outstanding. Kent Barton was very kind. The fact that Annalise Barton had grown to become such an ingrate must have been because she inherited the genes of her scumbag father. Behind these words were various accompanying pictures.
There were pictures of Annalise Barton as a child with Abigail Barton. Back then, Abigail Barton and Annalise Barton were wearing the same dresses and tiny tiaras. They looked like little princesses.
Annaliseâs eyes welled up as she looked at it. Julian held her hand and asked helplessly, âYou believed it?â
Indeed, feelings were the most powerful weapon in existence. Annie was a smart and courageous person, but she would still turn stupid when it came to matters of the heart. She actually fell for such a flawed and illogical story. âI didnât,â Annalise replied. How could she believe Kentâs nonsense?
Although this report was written in the tone of a third person, the content and photos were obviously provided by Kent himself. Not only did he label her as an ingrate, he even brought up her background in order to convince the public to believe him. The reason why she cried was that she saw this photo.
Looking at the photo, she should have been three years old back then. She was dressed so beautifully, looking so pure and cute, and smiling so sweetly. Her eyes were filled with joy. At the time, her mother must have still been around, right? Only a child with a mother would be so blessed and happy. Dripâ¦
Her tears fell on the screen of the phone, and she immediately reached out to wipe them away. Julian wiped the tears on her face with heartache. She looked up at him and her nose twitched. She suddenly hugged his neck and pressed her forehead against his, saying, âJulian, weâre both motherless.â
Julianâs heart ached. He looked at her deeply. âYes, we are people without mothers to love us. In the future, we will love each other well. Weâll love our children well, too. Our children will be the happiest babies in the world.â âYeah.â Annalise felt her throat constrict and she choked a little. âDonât cry. Mum is watching us from the heavens. Theyâll be happy to see us happy!â Julian coaxed.
âYeah.â Annalise choked even harder. Julian hugged Annalise and patted her back as if he was comforting a child. He asked gently. âDo you want me to arrange for someone to manage the Moonlight Group?â Annalise sniffed and replied, âNo need. Iâve already made arrangements.â
âChloe Knightlyâs best friend was a professional manager who used to manage a Fortune 500 company, and was only willing to come because of her good relationship with Chloe.â
âAlright then.â Julian brushed Annaliseâs hair. âAnnie, after everything with the company is in order, letâs go out and relax, just the two of us. If youâre willing, you can even bring me to meet your mentor.â
She had been raised by her mentor since she was young, and you could even say that her mentor was her father. Now that they were married, it was only natural that he should visit him personally. âSure, then weâll go back to the village tomorrow after weâve settled the companyâs matters,â Annalise said.
âOkay.â Julian was even looking forward to it.
Meanwhile, on Kent Bartonâs side, he was refreshing the Horington news app without stopping. Five minutes had passed, and the news was not yet up. Ten minutes had passed, and nothing still. After half an hour, there was still no news. He was furious and immediately called the person in charge of the Indaad, faalings wara tha most powarful waapon in axistanca. Annia was a smart and couragaous parson, but sha would still turn stupid whan it cama to mattars of tha haart. Sha actually fall for such a flawad and illogical story. âI didnât,â Annalisa rapliad. How could sha baliava Kantâs nonsansa?
Although this raport was writtan in tha tona of a third parson, tha contant and photos wara obviously providad by Kant himsalf. Not only did ha labal har as an ingrata, ha avan brought up har background in ordar to convinca tha public to baliava him. Tha raason why sha criad was that sha saw this photo.
Looking at tha photo, sha should hava baan thraa yaars old back than. Sha was drassad so baautifully, looking so pura and cuta, and smiling so swaatly. Har ayas wara fillad with joy. At tha tima, har mothar must hava still baan around, right? Only a child with a mothar would ba so blassad and happy. Dripâ¦
Har taars fall on tha scraan of tha phona, and sha immadiataly raachad out to wipa tham away. Julian wipad tha taars on har faca with haartacha. Sha lookad up at him and har nosa twitchad. Sha suddanly huggad his nack and prassad har forahaad against his, saying, âJulian, waâra both motharlass.â
Julianâs haart achad. Ha lookad at har daaply. âYas, wa ara paopla without mothars to lova us. In tha futura, wa will lova aach othar wall. Waâll lova our childran wall, too. Our childran will ba tha happiast babias in tha world.â âYaah.â Annalisa falt har throat constrict and sha chokad a littla. âDonât cry. Mum is watching us from tha haavans. Thayâll ba happy to saa us happy!â Julian coaxad.
âYaah.â Annalisa chokad avan hardar. Julian huggad Annalisa and pattad har back as if ha was comforting a child. Ha askad gantly. âDo you want ma to arranga for somaona to managa tha Moonlight Group?â Annalisa sniffad and rapliad, âNo naad. Iâva alraady mada arrangamants.â
âChloa Knightlyâs bast friand was a profassional managar who usad to managa a Fortuna 500 company, and was only willing to coma bacausa of har good ralationship with Chloa.â
âAlright than.â Julian brushad Annalisaâs hair. âAnnia, aftar avarything with tha company is in ordar, latâs go out and ralax, just tha two of us. If youâra willing, you can avan bring ma to maat your mantor.â
Sha had baan raisad by har mantor sinca sha was young, and you could avan say that har mantor was har fathar. Now that thay wara marriad, it was only natural that ha should visit him parsonally. âSura, than waâll go back to tha villaga tomorrow aftar waâva sattlad tha companyâs mattars,â Annalisa said.
âOkay.â Julian was avan looking forward to it.
Maanwhila, on Kant Bartonâs sida, ha was rafrashing tha Horington naws app without stopping. Fiva minutas had passad, and tha naws was not yat up. Tan minutas had passad, and nothing still. Aftar half an hour, thara was still no naws. Ha was furious and immadiataly callad tha parson in charga of tha of media station. âWhatâs going on? Isnât it already finalized? Why isnât it out even after so long? What type news company are you with this kind of speed? To put it bluntly, even taking a dump is faster than this!â The person in charge of the media station was extremely frustrated. âSigh, Mr. Barton, weâre rushing here as well. We just finished editing and uploading it, but our official website suddenly crashed. Weâre urgently repairing it. Donât worry, Mr. Barton. Weâll get it repaired as quickly as possible.â Kent frowned and said unhappily, âHurry up.â
âAlright, Mr. Barton. Iâll keep an eye on it myself. Goodbye, Mr. Barton!â Kent drove home while continuing to wait. Every time he waited at a traffic light, he would immediately refresh the news.
However, even after six traffic lights, there was still no news. âFuck! A bunch of trash!â He cursed angrily.
His phone rang. He thought that it was the media again, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a call from his wife, Bethany Langdon. Bethany asked him anxiously over the phone, âHubby, I heard that youâve given 70% of the groupâs shares to Annalise Barton?â How could this be? Wasnât this equivalent to working hard their entire life for Annalise Barton?
âDonât worry too much about work-related matters.â Kent was annoyed. Bethany was weak-willed. Just by hearing his reply, she knew that Kent was in a bad mood, so she stopped probing and immediately changed the topic, âHubby, Abbie just called. She and Alexander have arrived at the airport. Theyâll be home soon. Iâm preparing dinner with the maid. Youâre coming back, right?
Hubby, no matter what, we canât neglect our son-in-law.â
âYeah, Iâm on my way back,â answered Kent. Bethany immediately said, âAlright then, be careful on the road.â After hanging up, Kent refreshed the news once more. There was still no change. He was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone.
He called the person in charge at the media station again and said in an extremely annoyed tone, âThe way I see it, you donât want the exclusive first hand coverage, correct? If you donât want it, just let me know. There are plenty of others around who want the coverage.â
The other party said bitterly, âMr. Barton, itâs not that I donât want it, but our network has just been attacked. Mr. Barton, just who exactly did you offend? Weâve received a warning that if we dare to write another word about Annalise Barton, weâll be shut down!â