The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 189

Magnus Andersen was riding high on success; his face graced the cover of every magazine, selling out

as soon as they hit the shelves.

Just as life seemed to settle into a routine, a bombshell dropped from those in the know. Apparently,

Mr. Andersen's premature son hadn't died. He had been secretly kept hidden by the head honcho of

Andersen Corporation, Morgan. The birth of his son had pulled Magnus out of his inconsolable grief

over the loss of his wife, transforming his sorrow into newfound strength. He was ready to rise from the

ashes, take over the reins as CEO, and take Andersen Corporation to new heights…

Of course, all of these were just rumors floating around. There was no guarantee of their authenticity.

However, when the next shareholders meeting of Andersen Corporation was held, the first news to

break was enough to shake the entire city. Effective immediately, Lucius was relieved of his managerial

duties, and the CEO, Magnus Andersen, would make all decisions.

The first to hear the news was the ever-vigilant media. They rushed to the Andersen Corporation

headquarters, waiting eagerly at the entrance, ready to scoop up the first-hand information.

Time ticked by as the media waited. Finally, Magnus' car pulled up. Paul, his assistant, opened the

door for him. Decked out in a sharp black suit, Magnus walked confidently into the Andersen Tower.

His gaze was cold and focused, completely ignoring the reporters on the side. This sent a chill down

the spines of the journalists, and none dared to take a step forward.

The media, eager for the scoop, swarmed forward, not wanting to miss the opportunity. Cameras

clicked, and flashes popped, surrounding Magnus completely.

"Mr. Andersen, we've heard you're taking back the CEO position at Andersen Corporation?"

"Mr. Andersen, how do you feel about your sudden resignation and, now, your return to power?"

"Mr. Andersen, rumors are that your wife and son are still alive. Can we get a glimpse of them?"

"Mr. Andersen, could you tell us briefly, what's the future of the Andersen Corporation under your

leadership?"

Magnus turned around arrogantly, ignoring the cameras pointed at him. He opened his mouth and

coldly said, “The CEO of the Andersen Corporation has never changed; it has always been me. And if

anyone is spreading false rumors, they better be prepared for the consequences.” With that, Magnus

strode past the reporters and into the Andersen Corporation building.

The media, usually bustling with excitement, were silenced by his icy demeanor. Swiftly packing up

their equipment, they quietly left the premises. The Andersens held great power in Melfort. If they

wanted to erase someone, it was all too easy. No one was foolish enough to risk their lives. The

scandal that had initially ignited public curiosity quickly faded away.

Without the media's manipulation, the people of Melfort gradually forgot about the elite drama and went

back to their daily grind.

The only person who couldn't let go was Lucius, who had briefly held the position of CEO, only to be

overthrown by Magnus. His woman had disappeared, and his precious power vanished in an instant.

This drastic change was more than enough to make Lucius seethe with resentment. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

He never thought that Magnus, who had seemed so defeated, would suddenly play his trump card and

expose Lucius’ misuse of the Andersen Corporation's funds. Without lifting a finger, Magnus had

toppled Lucius from power.

Overnight, Lucius went from a well-dressed acting CEO to a pariah.

Lucius was not willing to accept this. He drove to Morgan's mansion, hoping for some help. However,

when Lucius arrived, Morgan’s personal butler met him. "Mr. Lucius, the master has instructed that if

you come, you are to be kept outside."

Lucius was furious, but he knew his grandfather's stubbornness. It surpassed even Magnus'

stubbornness. He left in a huff.

"Magnus, you wait. Whatever you took from me, I will get back a thousand-fold!"

Despite his internal curses, Lucius was helpless in his current predicament. Magnus held all the

evidence of his misappropriation of funds. If he made any move, he would be put behind bars instantly.

“Alright, Magnus, we'll see how this plays out!”

Morgan watched from his window as Lucius drove away, feeling a pang of regret in his heart.

He had raised his two grandsons. It wasn't that he favored one over the other, but Lucius was just too

complacent. If he handed over the Andersen Corporation to him, it would be ruined in no time.

When Magnus brought Morgan evidence of Lucius' corruption, Morgan, as a grandfather, could only

ask Magnus to suppress the matter for the time being. After all, Lucius was still his grandson. No

matter how disappointing Lucius was, Morgan couldn't just abandon him. But as for Lucius' future, he

would have to leave it to time.

Morgan hoped that this situation would serve as a lesson for Lucius and make him change his ways.

Otherwise, if he made another mistake, even Morgan would not be able to protect him.

Morgan moved away from the window and sank into his rocking chair. He was old now, and his

ambitions of expanding his empire were long gone. All he wanted was to enjoy his twilight years with

his grandchildren.

But Magnus, that stubborn man, had not let Morgan see his great-grandchild ever since he was sent

away from Magnus’ villa. He heard that Magnus had named the child Jonas. If that woman, Natalia,

hadn't been claimed by the sea, perhaps today's situation would be significantly different?

"Ah," Morgan sighed faintly, burying his somewhat aged face in the cushion of his rocking chair. Maybe,

he did make a mistake after all?

*

Five years later...

London, England. Hampton Court Palace.

The red brick Hampton Court Palace, often referred to as the "Versailles of England," exemplified the

grandeur of the English Tudor style. Its unique royal history and garden artistry made it an unmissable

attraction of London's rich cultural history and a sanctuary for artists.

At this moment, top artists from around the world had gathered here and were vying for the crown jewel

of the design world. After fierce competition, the event reached its most thrilling moment - the unveiling

of the gold award winner.

Media reporters present had been itching to go, and were mentally drafting countless versions of the

announcement, competing to be the first to relay the award news.

The host took the stage gracefully and announced the result of the design competition, "Ladies and

Gentlemen, first of all, thank you to all the artists who participated. It's my honor to announce the

ultimate winner of this competition. That is, Ms. Clarkson."