Chapter 7 - The Master Plan
Hannah gasped softly as she looked into his dark eyes under the moonlight. “You... you can see me?”
“Not fully,” Grant confessed, his low voice vibrating with intense emotion. “Everything is a blur of shadows and light. But since you stopped me from taking those drops tonight, the darkness is beginning to recede.”
A wave of pure, overwhelming joy washed over Hannah. Tears of relief filled her eyes. “The pathways are healing... your optic nerve wasn't destroyed, Grant. It was just trapped in a chemical paralysis!”
Grant’s fingers gently tightened on her shoulder, his face softening with profound gratitude.
“For five years, I believed my body had failed me,” Grant whispered. “I let my stepmother take over my father’s legacy because I thought I was useless. But you brought the light back.”
Hannah reached up, gently placing her small hand over his tattooed wrist. “They are planning to strip your remaining shares at the board meeting this Friday, Grant. Victoria and Dr. Hale think you are helpless.”
Grant’s jaw hardened, his eyes darkening with a cold, ruthless determination that had been dormant for five long years.
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“Let them think I’m helpless,” Grant said, a lethal smile touching his lips. “We are going to give them the show of a lifetime.”
👉 Friday morning arrived, and the high-society board members gathered in the top-floor boardroom of Mercer Global headquarters.
