Orphan To Unbreakable Queen - Chapter 91: Chapter 91

Ever since that day, Bowen had been deliberately or not making his presence felt around Aubree.
Beyond the occasional text messages, there were also Bowen's so-called chance encounters whenever he showed up to pick Alvin up from school.
Aubree simply ignored it all.
In Turner Group, Kelvin asked, "Mr. Turner, the flowers you ordered are ready. But are we seriously going to Bree Technology?"
Kelvin couldn't help but wonder, 'Mr. Turner's been going out of his way to impress Miss Miller lately, but she's just been brushing him off. Now he's even showing up at Bree Technology—won't that just put her off even more?'
"Bree Technology is holding a board meeting. As the major shareholder with a 30% stake, how could I possibly miss it?" said Bowen.
Bowen was unfazed. 'Isn't it my right to manage my investment?' he wondered.
He was just there for the meeting—and while he was at it, he might as well check in on his old friend.
Bowen swiftly signed off on the last document. "Get the car ready," he ordered.
Kelvin pursed his lips. 'Fine, that was a waste of breath,' he thought.
Playzy had been online for a while now, and its growth prospects are obvious to everyone. After all, no one would pass up such a lucrative opportunity.
These days, similar live-streaming platforms are springing up like mushrooms after rain, with some even launched by established internet giants.
With competition intensifying, Bree Technology had lost its greatest unique selling point. Over time, the live-streaming market pie would inevitably be divided up.
Aubree's immediate goal was to strengthen Bree Technology's competitive edge before the market got carved up.
Securing the exclusive official tournament platform for League of Legends was a prime example of this strategy.
These days, similar live-streaming platforms are springing up like mushrooms after rain, with some even launched by established internet giants.
The main focus of this meeting was precisely this. When it came to partnerships, connections and capital were indispensable—and both were major pain points for Aubree.
While the profits were substantial, the expenses were just as high. Zappy was still in development and burning through cash, the gaming division was also in the works and needed more investment.
Besides, after signing the contract, Randall had happily joined the company and was already hiring a whole new team—yet another major expense.
The revenue from her esports club wasn't even enough to fund its development. Right now, Bree Technology was her only profitable venture.
So she decided to seek investment.
When Aubree entered the conference room, everyone who was supposed to be there had already arrived along with one unexpected guest.
Aubree's gaze swept over to Bowen, sitting at the end of the conference table with that shamelessly charming smile. 'Honestly, it's almost impressive how far he's willing to go,' she thought.
'He's neglecting business deals that rake in millions a minute just to come all the way here and listen to my meeting? I should be flattered,' Aubree thought to herself.
Most of Bree Technology's shareholders were partners Aubree had personally handpicked herself—colleagues who were also friends. As a result, their meetings were usually quite relaxed.
With an extra person in the room today, the atmosphere shifted noticeably. Everyone sat ramrod straight.
Bowen, completely oblivious to being the source of the tension, flashed a charming smile and said, "Don't mind me. I'm just here to see if my investment is paying off."
Aubree did her best to ignore Bowen.
Aubree said, "Vincent, let's get started."
Standing beside her, Vincent projected the prepared materials onto the screen. After his presentation, he concluded, "That covers Ms. Miller's latest strategic plan for the Bree Technology project."
No one raised any objections—they had already reviewed the plan before the meeting. Today's discussion was simply to finalize the polished version.
"I've got a question," a voice rang out. "We just talked about seeking investment.
"Why not have Turner Group invest? Didn't Bree Technology secure Turner Group's investment through Playzy when it was first founded? Logically, we could ask them to increase their investment."
As he spoke, the person glanced at Bowen.
'Besides, with Bowen, the president of Turner Group, right here, why go through the hassle of finding other investors?' he wondered.
That made sense on paper, but Aubree couldn't very well accuse Bowen of having ulterior motives. How was she supposed to just ignore him while still taking his money?
'I ignore him while still take his money? How hypocritical would that be?' Aubree thought.
Aubree retorted sternly, "So every time we're short on cash, we just run to Turner Group? Are they our private ATM? What if one day they stop investing in us—what then?"
That did sound reasonable enough.
The shareholder instantly had no comeback and fell silent.
After all, he wasn't really trying to challenge Aubree. As the boss, if she wanted to bring in other investors, it was ultimately her call.
Since Bowen remained silent throughout, the others simply assumed he wasn't willing to put in more money.
With no further objections, they unanimously approved Aubree's proposal.
Seated below, Bowen merely offered a faint smile as he listened to the subtle jabs and veiled attempts to brush him aside.
He knew exactly what Bree was wary of, but if she thought she could gradually cut ties with him, there was no way he would ever allow it.
Now that Bowen knew exactly what he wanted, he was determined to have it—no matter the cost.
Bowen's slightly lowered eyes gleamed with a resolve that brooked no refusal—he was determined to get what he wanted.
If Aubree could see the look in his eyes right now, she'd probably be so freaked out she'd want to catch the next train out of town that very night.
Aubree delegated this task to her two trusted aides at the company—Birgitte and Vincent—instructing them to reach out and negotiate, then report back to her with the outcome.
The meeting concluded, but Bowen remained seated, staring at Aubree with undisguised intensity and no intention of leaving. His lingering presence left Aubree in an awkward limbo.
She stayed put, and seeing her hesitate, the others also remained rooted to their seats.
Still, it was Vincent who, displaying his professional secretarial tact, stepped in and ushered the others out of the room first.
Aubree shot him a skeptical look. "Don't tell me you came all the way here just for this meeting."
"What if I did?" Bowen grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Aubree, with exaggerated formality, announced, "Now that the meeting's over, you may leave."
'She really doesn't give me any face at all,' he wondered. Bowen let out a laugh. "Anyone else might've left by now, but what can I say? I'm just too shameless."
'Well, at least he knows what he is,' Aubree mused.
Aubree was speechless. 'The worst kind of person to meet must be someone like Bowen—so capable, yet utterly shameless,' she thought.
Right on cue, Kelvin entered with the bouquet Bowen had prepared.
The bouquet Bowen had prepared was tasteful and elegant—a mix of fresh, elegant flowers, beautifully arranged and a feast for the eyes. It was clear he'd put a lot of thought into it.
Bowen handed her the bouquet with a smile. "These are for you."
"I'll take the flowers. If that's all, Bowen, would you mind leaving now?" Aubree took the flowers, essentially showing Bowen the door.
Bowen, knowing better than to push his luck, spread his hands with a smile and said, "Alright, I'll take my leave. If you need any help, just come find me."
"Also, Turner Group will always be willing to invest in you," Bowen said sincerely. In his heart, he added, 'And so will I.'
With over a month left in the semester, Birgitte and the others were busy securing investment.
As for the club, Aubree mostly left it to its own devices unless something major came up, pouring all her energy into cramming for finals.
Perhaps knowing how busy she was with her studies, Bowen wisely refrained from disturbing her. Yet, every now and then, he would send over some nourishing tonic soup prepared by Carol.
During this time, Bowen received word that Mark had recently shown unusual interest in the orphanage where Aubree used to live.
It seemed Mark even planned to visit.
Final exams arrived quickly, and Aubree felt she had performed exceptionally well.
At Rithol High School, exam results weren't released immediately—they were typically announced at the start of the next semester, giving students a proper break without worrying about their grades.
After finishing her exams, Aubree wasted no time—she immediately redirected her focus back to Bree Technology and her esports club.
Birgitte and Vincent had made some headway in securing investment.
The investors they'd lined up finally came to Bree Tech for a meeting with Aubree.
"So you must be Ms. Miller? Truly impressive for someone so young. Though I should clarify—I'm not the investor, just the representative." The man, dressed in a sharp suit and appearing to be in his thirties, offered a warm, professional smile.
Aubree didn't really care whether the investment came from him or someone else—as long as the deal got done, that was all that mattered to her.
Then, Mr. Cohen, would you be willing to make the introduction for us?
Absolutely. Only a fool would pass up such a lucrative opportunity. I'll arrange it for you right away, Ms. Miller—how about tonight?
"No problem," Aubree replied.