Chapter 693 Success or Failure Depends on Connor
Connor sat for a while with a headache, feeling that Tom was too noisy. "Shut up."
Tom wasn't the type to shut up easily. "You're not even covering yourself with a piece of clothing. You'll get sick. Come on, let's go back."
"I think you're really crazy, not going home after work and sleeping here."
Tom kept talking but roughly draped his coat over Connor. "It's raining and snowing outside. So it's a bit cold."
Connor was stunned for a long time and remained silent.
Back in college, a professor once said that for people with depression, stable love was the best cure for everything.
A stable partner can bring unexpected therapeutic effects to the other person.
Unfortunately, he didn't deserve it.
"Are you planning to spend the night here?" Tom took off his scarf and hung it around Connor's neck. "I'm just afraid you'll get sick again. And then there'll be no one to cook for me."
Connor frowned; he had severe mysophobia, both physically and psychologically.
Tom's scarf was warm from being worn, and it felt cozy around his neck.
Logically, he should have felt disgusted and repelled. But he didn't.
"I need to go to Victory Hospital." Connor stood up and looked at Tom. "Take me there."
Tom looked reluctant. "If you want me to be your driver, that's going to cost extra."
Connor smiled helplessly. "You can drive any car in my garage."
Tom was delighted. "Deal."
This trick always worked to persuade Tom.
In the private hospital, Tom waited in the basement while Connor went upstairs alone.
In the empty corridor, Ethan's screams could still be heard.
But this time, Connor didn't feel sorry for him at all. "You deserve it."
Entering the ward, Connor spoke with a grim face, "Don't go easy on him. Change his bandages as painfully as possible!"
The nurses and doctors smiled helplessly at them.
Ethan lay on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly in pain.
"You're practically a dead man now. Just lie here obediently. If you go out again, I really won't care about you anymore." Connor warned Ethan.
Ethan grunted. "Yeah, I won't go out."
This time, he wouldn't go out until he was discharged.
"Is that Vincent trustworthy?" Connor always felt that Vincent was unreliable.
"At least he's trustworthy in teaming up to take down Owen." Ethan also didn't trust Vincent and was very wary of this lunatic. "Until we deal with the people behind this, he can be used for now."
Vincent's goal wasn't those people behind the scenes.
"Let's trust him for now." Connor frowned. "I went back to the Hawthorne family today. Marshall asked me what I thought about it, and I said I'd return to the company."
Ethan was stunned for a moment and tried to sit up suddenly. As he exerted force on his arm, he touched his wound and fell back onto the bed in pain. "You."
Ethan wanted to say something but just sighed when he saw Connor with his head down. "Have you thought it through? If Owen finds out you're planning to compete with him."
Ethan hesitated.
"He already knows I want to compete with him." Connor sneered. "He can do whatever he wants; I don't care."
In the past, he avoided it not to reopen old wounds.
Now that he had decided to come back and compete, he couldn't be afraid of those scars being exposed.
Even if Owen made it known to everyone, he wasn't afraid anymore.
Ethan was a bit agitated. "You still have time to regret it. If Owen exposes those things, it will affect you."
"Affect what? Affect me getting married and having kids? I never planned on that anyway, so what can it affect?" Connor said coldly. "I just want to see him lose everything he schemed for, see him die miserably, see his family fall apart."
Ethan gripped the sheets tightly. "It will happen."
Owen's punishment was coming soon.
Connor's phone rang; it was Owen calling.
Connor's eyes darkened as he coldly looked at the caller ID.
He had guessed Owen would call him.
Connor gestured for Ethan to be quiet and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Connor, do you have time these days to come back and have a meal with me?" Owen said sarcastically.
Connor felt disgusted, his whole body tensing up.
"If you have nothing to say, I'm hanging up."
"I have some photos of you from when you were a kid. You were so cute and obedient back then. Look at you now. The older you get, the more disobedient you become." Owen's voice was low.
Connor's whole body tensed, his fingers gripping so tightly that his knuckles turned pale.
"Those are our memories. I left the photos at your door. Make sure to take a good look at them." Owen's voice was low.
Connor's breathing became shaky, his gaze filled with murderous intent. "Owen, I will take everything you want, and you will die miserably."
"Before that, I'll drag you to hell with me." Owen hung up the phone immediately after saying that.
Connor, emotionally unstable, punched the wall, his whole body tense.
Ethan frowned, not knowing what to say at this moment.
Connor suddenly thought of something and hurriedly left.
Tom had gone back, and those photos were still outside.
Connor didn't want Tom to see those photos.
Connor was at the hospital and had Tom go back home first.
To cover it up.
When Tom got home, he saw a package at the door.
Tom was puzzled. Weren't packages usually left in the package locker? How did the delivery person bring it up?
Without overthinking, Tom took it inside and placed it on the table.
The package had no name on it, so Tom didn't know if it was his or Connor's. He wanted to open it to see what it was but was afraid that if it were Connor's, he would get scolded when he got back.
But Tom's curiosity was too strong.
He wanted to see what Connor had secretly bought, which was so private that it needed discreet shipping.
Thinking that Connor didn't have any romantic interests around, could it be that he had some issues in the sexual department?
Tom chuckled to himself, maybe he could catch some dirt on Connor.
So, he opened the package.
Owen launched an all-out attack on the Douglas Group, causing chaos. By midnight, Jasmine was still in a tense meeting as the company faced mass departures and neared bankruptcy.
"What should we do? We can't hold on much longer," a senior executive asked nervously, looking to Jasmine for a solution.
"Don't panic." Jasmine bit her finger. "Wait a little longer."
As long as Connor took over the Hawthorne Group, Owen wouldn't be able to hold on.
By then, Owen would truly be left with nothing, and he would go mad.
For now, let him enjoy his moment of triumph.
Now, it all depended on Connor.
Whether Connor could outcompete Owen.
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