Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 270

If I can’t be Mrs. Harrington in this world, then I’ll take the title in the next.

I’ll wait for you.

Xena’s eyes were wide open as she drew her final breath, a twisted smile frozen on her lips.

Charlotte didn’t spare the corpse a glance. Instead, she addressed the butler beside her, whose face had drained of all color. Her voice was calm, almost bored. “Clean this up.”

The butler trembled, bowing hastily. “Yes, ma’am.”

Charlotte maneuvered her wheelchair straight toward the Griffith family’s council hall.

Inside, chaos reigned. The Griffiths were embroiled in heated arguments, voices raised and faces flushed, each fighting for their own vision of the family’s future.

When Charlotte entered, the uproar faded to a murmur, though discontent and skepticism were written on every face.

The eldest in the room was the first to challenge her. “We respect your skill with gemstones, Charlotte, but running a family this big takes more than a sharp eye.”

“You’re still young, and you lack experience. Maybe it’d be best if you learned from us for a few years before you take the reins?”

A chorus of agreement followed immediately.

“He’s right! The business world isn’t simple.”

“If you make the wrong call, we all pay the price!”

Charlotte met their gazes, unfazed by their doubts. She began to announce her new management plan, crafted by her AI advisor, without missing a beat:

“Victor, the Frostaheim mining site you manage has averaged profits 5.7 percent below the industry standard for the past three years. Effective immediately, you’ll be reassigned to market research in emerging sectors.”

“Rachel, your three jewelry stores have posted losses for eight consecutive quarters. The stores are being taken back by the family, and you’ll move to client relations.”

The room erupted.

“On what grounds? This is outrageous!”

Before the protest could escalate, two men dragged Xena’s lifeless body past the doorway, leaving a long, dark trail of blood across the marble floor.

The others chimed in quickly.

“Yes, we’re behind you!”

Whether they were swayed by the promise of easy money or by her cold-blooded marksmanship, no one dared voice another complaint.

Just then, a maid burst in, panic etched on her face. “Ma’am, Mr. Harrington has collapsed—I called his name over and over, but he won’t wake up!”

Charlotte’s brow creased. “Take me to him.”

She followed the maid out into the corridor.

There, she found Darren slumped against the wall, his complexion deathly pale and lips tinged with blue. His phone lay on the ground beside him, the screen frozen on a call with Noah.

Charlotte wondered if this was just another one of Darren’s ploys—he’d been doing everything he could lately to draw her attention.

Before she could decide, the butler gasped in horror. “Ma’am! I just remembered—Mr. Harrington touched that flower girl’s mask!”