Love on the Fast Track

Chapter 1139:

But what did that matter to her? As long as their intentions didn’t disrupt her current life, she was content.

The conversation soon shifted to Marlene.

Iker frowned and said, “Marlene, we’ve made our expectations clear. We ask only for one thing from you—obedience.”

Marlene nodded and said, “Understood, just let me know what you need me to do.”

Marlene’s readiness to cooperate seemed to lighten the atmosphere among the Wilson family members, particularly in contrast to Norah, who was known for causing disruptions. This difference left them with mixed feelings.

They all hoped to steer clear of any further issues before Iker’s birthday celebration.

Yet, things did not go as they wished.

In the CEO’s office of the Wilson Group, Iker received shocking news.

With a look of complete astonishment, he asked again, “What did you say?”

A senior executive, wiping sweat from his forehead, responded,

“Calvin came to see me! He’s alive, right here in person.”

Iker trembled in shock and murmured, “Impossible… it’s impossible.”

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He had seen Calvin die and had buried him with his own hands.

How could a dead person come back to life?

The senior manager nodded solemnly. “When I first saw Calvin, I couldn’t believe it either, but it was true. After confirming it was really him, I was terrified.”

It felt like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

“Calvin didn’t just come to me. He also approached other senior executives in the company. He wants us to support him at the board of directors’ meeting.”

The senior manager quickly expressed his loyalty to Iker. “I’ve always been on your side. After Calvin approached me, I rushed here to tell you.”noveldrama

“I see. You can leave now,” Iker said dismissively.

Once Iker was alone in his office, he rubbed his temples to clear his mind.

How could this be? How could Calvin still be alive? How? Was Bernice alive too?

Questions swirled in Iker’s mind. His thoughts turned to Norah. Could she be involved?

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