"Just wait… sigh, at this point, all we can do is leave it to fate…"
Right then, a noise came from downstairs.
Zhou Ting and her mother ran down.
The old man strode in, followed by several strategists behind him.
Mother and daughter quietly hid, watching with their own eyes as a group of young elites from the group company went into the study. Madam Zhou let out a long sigh. Zhou Ting whispered, "Mom, do you think there's still any chance for a turnaround?"
Her mother sighed deeply. "Your dad's company hasn't exactly been sheltered from storms all these years. He's done business his whole life, I trust him… but…"
She didn't finish, but Zhou Ting already understood completely.
Old Zhou's goal in this round of competition was to lead the company out of its predicament. And he'd practically had it in the bag.
All these years, he'd been deliberately building, painstakingly planning, for this exact point in time.
Yet now, everything fell apart at the last step.
