Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 144

Chapter 144 Termination For All Who Miswrite Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Later, Heather Barton passed away in a car accident and Kent Barton took over the company. The siblings had a good relationship. The death of Heather Barton was a huge blow to Kent. Kent converted his grief into determination and numbed himself by putting his all into his career every day. For more than ten years, he never once slacked off, and he eventually turned Moonlight Group from a small company into a large corporation.

Kent also raised Heather’s daughter, Annalise Barton, as his own child. Kent’s daughters, Abigail Barton and Annalise Barton, were of the same age, so he had always considered them twins. No matter what he bought for Abigail Barton, he would always do the same for Annalise. Sometimes, he even treated Annalise Barton better than his own biological daughter.

According to insider information, the reason why Kent Barton had sent Annalise Barton to the countryside was that they had met a sage-like Daoist priest in the cemetery on the day they buried Heather Barton’s ashes. The Daoist priest had noted that Annalise possessed a strange fate. After asking for her time of birth, he explained that Annalise was fated to bear hardships in her life and that it would be best for her to be sent to live in the countryside. Allowing her to live closer to nature would in turn allow her to have a brighter future.

The Daoist priest had also mentioned that the sooner Annalise Barton was sent to the countryside, the better it would be. Kent was reluctant to do so and asked the Daoist priest how long he could delay it. The priest told him six years old at the latest.

Hence, when Annalise Barton was 6 years old, Kent had no choice but to send Annalise to live in the countryside. She was sent to the countryside to be closer to nature, described by the priest as supplementing her lacking earth and wood energy.

Unexpectedly, after Annalise Barton grew up, she became an ingrate. Even though her uncle Kent was sick, she still aggressively forced Kent to hand over his company shares, hurriedly proceeding to hold at shareholders’ meeting with the intention of harvesting and enjoying the fruits of his labor. She even wanted to kick Kent Barton out of the company.

The Barton family’s genes were exemplary. Heather Barton was very outstanding. Kent Barton was very kind. The fact that Annalise Barton had grown to become such an ingrate must have been because she inherited the genes of her scumbag father. Behind these words were various accompanying pictures.

There were pictures of Annalise Barton as a child with Abigail Barton. Back then, Abigail Barton and Annalise Barton were wearing the same dresses and tiny tiaras. They looked like little princesses. Annalise’s eyes welled up as she looked at it. Julian held her hand and asked helplessly, “You believed it?”

Indeed, feelings were the most powerful weapon in existence. Annie was a smart and courageous person, but she would still turn stupid when it came to matters of the heart. She actually fell for such a flawed and illogical story. “I didn’t,” Annalise replied. How could she believe Kent’s nonsense?

Although this report was written in the tone of a third person, the content and photos were obviously provided by Kent himself. Not only did he label her as an ingrate, he even brought up her background in order to convince the public to believe him. The reason why she cried was that she saw this photo.

Looking at the photo, she should have been three years old back then. She was dressed so beautifully, looking so pure and cute, and smiling so sweetly. Her eyes were filled with joy. At the time, her mother must have still been around, right? Only a child with a mother would be so blessed and happy. Drip…

Her tears fell on the screen of the phone, and she immediately reached out to wipe them away. Julian wiped the tears on her face with heartache. She looked up at him and her nose twitched. She suddenly

hugged his neck and pressed her forehead against his, saying, “Julian, we’re both motherless.”

Julian’s heart ached. He looked at her deeply. “Yes, we are people without mothers to love us. In the future, we will love each other well. We’ll love our children well, too. Our children will be the happiest babies in the world.” “Yeah.” Annalise felt her throat constrict and she choked a little. “Don’t cry. Mum is watching us from the heavens. They’ll be happy to see us happy!” Julian coaxed.

“Yeah.” Annalise choked even harder. Julian hugged Annalise and patted her back as if he was comforting a child. He asked gently. “Do you want me to arrange for someone to manage the Moonlight Group?” Annalise sniffed and replied, “No need. I’ve already made arrangements.”

“Chloe Knightly’s best friend was a professional manager who used to manage a Fortune 500 company, and was only willing to come because of her good relationship with Chloe.”

“Alright then.” Julian brushed Annalise’s hair. “Annie, after everything with the company is in order, let’s go out and relax, just the two of us. If you’re willing, you can even bring me to meet your mentor.”

She had been raised by her mentor since she was young, and you could even say that her mentor was her father. Now that they were married, it was only natural that he should visit him personally. “Sure, then we’ll go back to the village tomorrow after we’ve settled the company’s matters,” Annalise said. “Okay.” Julian was even looking forward to it.

Meanwhile, on Kent Barton’s side, he was refreshing the Horington news app without stopping. Five minutes had passed, and the news was not yet up. Ten minutes had passed, and nothing still. After half an hour, there was still no news. He was furious and immediately called the person in charge of the

Indaad, faalings wara tha most powarful waapon in axistanca. Annia was a smart and couragaous parson, but sha would still turn stupid whan it cama to mattars of tha haart. Sha actually fall for such a flawad and illogical story. “I didn’t,” Annalisa rapliad. How could sha baliava Kant’s nonsansa?

Although this raport was writtan in tha tona of a third parson, tha contant and photos wara obviously providad by Kant himsalf. Not only did ha labal har as an ingrata, ha avan brought up har background in ordar to convinca tha public to baliava him. Tha raason why sha criad was that sha saw this photo.

Looking at tha photo, sha should hava baan thraa yaars old back than. Sha was drassad so baautifully, looking so pura and cuta, and smiling so swaatly. Har ayas wara fillad with joy. At tha tima, har mothar must hava still baan around, right? Only a child with a mothar would ba so blassad and happy. Drip…

Har taars fall on tha scraan of tha phona, and sha immadiataly raachad out to wipa tham away. Julian wipad tha taars on har faca with haartacha. Sha lookad up at him and har nosa twitchad. Sha suddanly huggad his nack and prassad har forahaad against his, saying, “Julian, wa’ra both motharlass.”

Julian’s haart achad. Ha lookad at har daaply. “Yas, wa ara paopla without mothars to lova us. In tha futura, wa will lova aach othar wall. Wa’ll lova our childran wall, too. Our childran will ba tha happiast babias in tha world.” “Yaah.” Annalisa falt har throat constrict and sha chokad a littla. “Don’t cry. Mum is watching us from tha haavans. Thay’ll ba happy to saa us happy!” Julian coaxad.

“Yaah.” Annalisa chokad avan hardar. Julian huggad Annalisa and pattad har back as if ha was comforting a child. Ha askad gantly. “Do you want ma to arranga for somaona to managa tha Moonlight Group?” Annalisa sniffad and rapliad, “No naad. I’va alraady mada arrangamants.”

“Chloa Knightly’s bast friand was a profassional managar who usad to managa a Fortuna 500 company, and was only willing to coma bacausa of har good ralationship with Chloa.”

“Alright than.” Julian brushad Annalisa’s hair. “Annia, aftar avarything with tha company is in ordar, lat’s go out and ralax, just tha two of us. If you’ra willing, you can avan bring ma to maat your mantor.”

Sha had baan raisad by har mantor sinca sha was young, and you could avan say that har mantor was har fathar. Now that thay wara marriad, it was only natural that ha should visit him parsonally. “Sura,

than wa’ll go back to tha villaga tomorrow aftar wa’va sattlad tha company’s mattars,” Annalisa said. “Okay.” Julian was avan looking forward to it.

Maanwhila, on Kant Barton’s sida, ha was rafrashing tha Horington naws app without stopping. Fiva minutas had passad, and tha naws was not yat up. Tan minutas had passad, and nothing still. Aftar half an hour, thara was still no naws. Ha was furious and immadiataly callad tha parson in charga of tha

of media station. “What’s going on? Isn’t it already finalized? Why isn’t it out even after so long? What type news company are you with this kind of speed? To put it bluntly, even taking a dump is faster than this!” The person in charge of the media station was extremely frustrated. “Sigh, Mr. Barton, we’re rushing here as well. We just finished editing and uploading it, but our official website suddenly crashed. We’re urgently repairing it. Don’t worry, Mr. Barton. We’ll get it repaired as quickly as possible.” Kent frowned and said unhappily, “Hurry up.”

“Alright, Mr. Barton. I’ll keep an eye on it myself. Goodbye, Mr. Barton!” Kent drove home while continuing to wait. Every time he waited at a traffic light, he would immediately refresh the news. However, even after six traffic lights, there was still no news. “Fuck! A bunch of trash!” He cursed angrily.

His phone rang. He thought that it was the media again, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a call from his wife, Bethany Langdon. Bethany asked him anxiously over the phone, “Hubby, I heard that you’ve given 70% of the group’s shares to Annalise Barton?” How could this be? Wasn’t this equivalent to working hard their entire life for Annalise Barton?

“Don’t worry too much about work-related matters.” Kent was annoyed. Bethany was weak-willed. Just by hearing his reply, she knew that Kent was in a bad mood, so she stopped

probing and immediately changed the topic, “Hubby, Abbie just called. She and Alexander have arrived at the airport. They’ll be home soon. I’m preparing dinner with the maid. You’re coming back, right?

Hubby, no matter what, we can’t neglect our son-in-law.”

“Yeah, I’m on my way back,” answered Kent. Bethany immediately said, “Alright then, be careful on the road.” After hanging up, Kent refreshed the news once more. There was still no change. He was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone.

He called the person in charge at the media station again and said in an extremely annoyed tone, “The way I see it, you don’t want the exclusive first hand coverage, correct? If you don’t want it, just let me know. There are plenty of others around who want the coverage.”

The other party said bitterly, “Mr. Barton, it’s not that I don’t want it, but our network has just been attacked. Mr. Barton, just who exactly did you offend? We’ve received a warning that if we dare to write another word about Annalise Barton, we’ll be shut down!”