Orphan To Unbreakable Queen - Chapter 93: Chapter 93

"So eager to have me return to the Wilson family, are you?" Aubree casually took a seat.
In stark contrast to their former domineering attitude, Ronald and Bryan, who once lorded over her now stood before her, their faces wearing carefully feigned pleading expressions.
While Ronald was still mulling over her words, Bryan was already lighting up with excitement. "Bree, you're really willing to come back with us?" he exclaimed.
"Of course. It's just going home—why wouldn't I?" Aubree met his gaze, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Bryan was so overwhelmed by this unexpected joy that he could barely think straight. 'Wait? Is this real? She's actually willing to return to the Wilson family? She's really going to forgive me?' he wondered.
Bryan's eyes gleamed with intense excitement. Before he could offer any more sweet promises, Aubree spoke up again.
"Hand over every single share of the Wilson Group you own, and I'll come back. How about it? Haven't you been begging me to return? Not a bad deal for you, is it?" A sly smile played on Aubree's lips—she knew better than anyone that the Wilson family would have to be out of their minds to ever agree to her terms.
Bryan froze, the words hitting him like a bucket of ice water.
Bryan's soaring spirits crashed into the abyss, the eager gleam in his eyes snuffed out in an instant.
Aubree said, "Unwilling, are you? Bryan, weren't you so desperate for my forgiveness before that you were practically tearing yourself apart?
"And now you won't even part with your precious Wilson Group shares? Didn't you always say you regretted what you did to me? Then prove it—hand over your shares and beg for my forgiveness."
"Bryan, just hand over your shares of the Wilson Group and I'll forgive you. I promise I'll wipe the slate clean and never bring up the past again. How about that?" Aubree rose to her feet, a deceptively serene smile on her lips as she advanced step by step toward Bryan.
Bryan's face turned ashen. With each step Aubree took forward, he instinctively took a step back.
"Aubree, I—" Bryan's voice shook, the words catching in his throat.
Aubree's expression hardened abruptly. She snapped at Bryan, "Since you're so unwilling to part with those shares, drop the devoted big brother act already."
"And you?" Aubree's gaze stabbed toward Ronald. "Spare me your sanctimonious speeches."
Ronald didn't show any anger at Aubree's words—or if he felt any, he expertly kept it bottled up inside.
Ronald was silently calculating whether Aubree genuinely wanted the Wilson Group shares. If she did, trading a small portion of shares for a venture with limitless growth potential wouldn't be a losing proposition.
Ronald said, "You want shares in the Wilson Group? I can transfer a portion to your name. As my daughter, this is your rightful due."
Aubree's eyebrows shot up. 'Huh? He's really giving them?' she wondered.
Aubree let out a cold laugh. "I must have underestimated you, Ronald. No wonder you built the Wilson Group—handing out shares like candy.
"But are your ears failing you in your old age? I said all the shares held by every single member of the Wilson family."
Ronald's face darkened. Aubree was truly audacious—not content with just being offered shares, she actually demanded all of them.
"Not a chance, huh?" Aubree shrugged, utterly unfazed.
Aubree snapped, "Since you can't do it, then get out of here. There's nothing left to discuss between us.
"After everything I've endured these past three years, do you really think your half-hearted apology and pathetic begging for forgiveness could ever make up for it? Not a damn chance.
"I've come to terms with everything that happened before. I wasn't strong enough, so I got pushed around. But mark my words—one day, I'll rise so high that even you will have to crane your necks just to see me."
Ronald and Bryan finally slunk out of the private room, shoulders slumped in defeat.
The three waiting outside could tell at a glance from Ronald and Bryan's faces that the negotiations had fallen through. Vincent and Birgitte, however, remained unfazed—they'd seen this coming all along.
They weren't in a hurry. Securing funding for Playzy would be effortless—the only real consideration was which investors to bring on board.
Atlas, on the other hand, sighed repeatedly, lamenting, "What a pity, what a terrible shame."
Vincent remained unflappable. "Mr. Cohen, if you have other investors to recommend, let's set up a meeting. Otherwise, I've got no shortage of interested parties reaching out lately."
"Yes, I do. I'll get on it right away," said Atlas.
He'd introduced the Wilson family out of old business ties, but now that the deal has fallen through, he naturally couldn't keep clinging to that connection.
With a brief farewell, Atlas excused himself and left without another word.
Vincent and Birgitte then pushed open the door."Ms. Miller," Vincent reassured her, "we can always reach out to other investors."
Aubree nodded. "Do some legwork and vet them carefully."
Mid-conversation, the private room door swung open again, revealing an unexpected visitor.
Aubree, assuming the Wilson family had circled back, didn't even look up before snapping, "Still here? Need me to call security to throw you out?"
"Who on earth has upset you, Bree?" came Bowen's familiar, teasing voice. Aubree looked up and saw him standing there.
Aubree's brows had barely relaxed before they furrowed again. She looked up and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Bowen clutched his chest dramatically in mock distress. "So harsh, Bree. Can we try a different greeting next time?"
Aubree's brows furrowed even more. She really wasn't in the mood for any idle chatter from Bowen right now.
Seeing her expression, Bowen dropped his playful grin. "Let's get serious—trouble with the investment?"
Aubree nodded, not hiding it. "Yeah."
Aubree said flatly, "The Wilson family meddled in the deal." That single sentence was all Bowen needed to grasp the whole situation.
Bowen nodded, pulled out a business card, and slid it across to Aubree. "Aidan Matthews—the heir to the renowned Matthews family, the godfather of internet new media in Odionland.
"I once told him about your livestreaming concept, and he was very interested. He even regretted not being your first partner."
He continued, "Last time I talked to him, I mentioned you've been looking for investors lately. He should be on a flight to Rithol City right now.
"I'm not saying you have to work with him—just do me this favor and give my friend a chance, alright?"
Aubree thought, 'Seriously? This is beyond perfect.'
The Matthews family was a global leader in digital media, and their sole partner in Odionland was the Turner Group. Upon learning that someone of their caliber wanted to work with her, Aubree couldn't be more thrilled.
Partnering with Aidan would mean opening doors to the international market for her.
Aubree thought, 'This is like instantly leveling up.'
Bowen said, "Since you wouldn't let the Turner Group help, I had to pull some strings elsewhere for you."
Meeting Aubree's gaze, Bowen flashed her a bright, knowing smile.
Bowen was a businessman through and through—shrewd, calculating. If he did something, she absolutely had to know and remember it. Quiet sacrifices simply weren't his style.
Bowen thought to himself, 'How could she possibly remember what she never even knew?'
"When is Aidan arriving?" Aubree asked.
"Should be tonight, barring any unexpected issues," he said.
Aubree turned and exchanged a knowing glance with Vincent and Birgitte.
Birgitte immediately caught on. "Mr. Turner, would you mind helping us arrange a welcome dinner? We at Bree Technology would like to host Mr. Matthews."
"Of course," she said.
In fact, Bowen had already reserved a restaurant before he even showed up. Everything was firmly within his grasp.
Bowen's eyes burned with absolute certainty.