Chapter 1121
Heather called Ralph to test him, but his confident tone piqued her interest. "Can you tell me how you plan to take Alexander down in just a day? I'm quite interested now."
Even if Ralph were merely boasting, he needed to sound believable. Heather doubted Alexander, despite his youth and relatively recent ascension to the family business, could be so easily toppled. Initially underestimated, Alexander had proven himself a capable leader, and the family business thrived under his guidance. Yet, Ralph claimed imminent replacement. Heather found this dubious, even with the family elders' involvement; their influence was limited to family affairs and wouldn't sway the company's board.
While curious about Ralph's confidence, Heather remained skeptical of his success. A part of her anticipated his failure.
"There wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would there? Attend the meeting if you're interested; I'll save you a VIP seat," Ralph replied, quickly adding, "Though this is a family meeting, we're technically engaged, so you can attend as my fiancรฉe."
Heather considered his proposal. "Fine. I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up, a smile playing on her lips. "This is getting interesting."
Chump, beside her, inquired, "Ms. Riggs, are you sure you want to attend the meeting?"
"Sure, why not? I don't care who wins or loses, but witnessing internal Russell family conflict excites me," she replied. "I'm going home anyway; why not have some fun first?"
"I'll get the car ready," Chump said.
Heather nodded and sought an appropriate outfit. As she began to change, a sudden rush of blood to her heart left her breathless, a pressure constricting her chest. This unusual sensation, increasing in frequency, sometimes felt like something was about to burst forth. She'd attributed it to burgeoning inner strength, but today's intensity was alarming; it felt like a heavy stone crushing her. Her vision blurred.
Taking deep breaths for relief only worsened her condition, culminating in a cough and a mouthful of dark, almost black blood.
"Ms. Riggs!" Chump rushed in, having returned to check on her departure. He found her spitting blood. "Don't panic."
Heather gasped for air, wiping the blood, noting its unusual color. Ironically, the hemorrhage brought slight relief, though weakness and confusion lingered. She wondered if this was related to her kickboxing training or something else.