The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1775

Chapter 1775

Chapter 1775

There was no room for negotiation.

Presley returned the next day, bombarded by reporters at the airport.

The divorce of the elderly couple had apparently overshadowed the gossip at the Global Economic Summit.

Presley, with a stern face and not uttering a word, managed to leave the airport and headed straight for Alyssa's villa.

The living room was filled with a tense atmosphere until Presley walked in.

After a long silence, it was Presley who broke it. "What the hell do you mean?" he asked.

Alyssa pressed her lips together, "Didn't you understand the news?"

"Alyssa!" Presley shouted angrily, "Do you have any idea how torturous and embarrassing that I have been this whole time? Are you trying to stir the pot at this point?!"

Alyssa laughed coldly, "After all these years, I'm grateful I didn't have a heart attack because of you. But now, you don't have the chance or the right to yell at me. I know you're suffering. I've known you all my life, but have you ever considered how torturous it is to be with you?"

Presley's expression froze.

“Are you just expecting others to consider you? You're the most tired, tormented, and innocent person in this whole world, and everyone else is wrong. Everyone should revolve around you, and anyone with their own thoughts and opinions is defiant.

"Presley, think back on the past decades and ask yourself, when have you ever considered others? When have you really listened to others’ opinions?

“Have you ever tried to empathize and understand others? Have you ever reflected on yourself when lying alone in bed in the middle of the night?

“I dont think so, because anyone who has cared a bit wouldn't indulge in living their own way like you have done until now.

“Everyone has their own life, and you only have your own. Why do you insist on controlling others’ lives? What pleasure does it bring you to have so many lives at your disposal?

“I was too young back then, and I didn't see the real you. I blindly believed in love. As long as everything felt right, I was ready to go down this path with you. But I'm not a fool. It was only after I had children and grandchildren, that I realized how selfish my blindness was. The events that led us to this point today, my blind trust and indulgence in you, have now implicated them.

"I've always convinced myself to never regret, but Presley, you've made it impossible for me to deceive myself.

You, as you are now, have negated the nearly sixty years I've spent with you."

Alyssa paused, her usually kind or indifferent face now filled with bitter sadness. She was subtly shaking, slowly closing her eyes. Her face, marked by the years, was clearly reddened around her eyes.

Presley's cold eyes flickered at the sight of her, his lips moved, but he said nothing.

“Presley, some people don't even have sixty years."

Alyssa slowly opened her eyes, the red veins in her eyes prominent. "I've spent my entire life tied to you, and what have you given me in the end? You've ruined my life. I don't want to be with you anymore, so in the remaining years of my life, I must sever this mistaken life with you. Let's end it here, Presley, and please, for once, let go and leave me alone"

Presley watched her silently, and after a long moment, he slowly stood up. His movements were shaky and unsteady. "I disagree."

Alyssa looked up at him standing, her gaze cold and sharp.

"Is that it? You're still selfishly unwilling to let me go? Afraid of losing your dignity? But whether or not we divorce, you've already lost your dignity."

Presley shook his head, "No. no, you don't understand.” He slowly turned and staggered towards the door, his movements filled with panic.

“Sir.” Hannah, standing by, didn't know what to do as there was no resolution to the day's events. She watched Presley, only managing to call out to him softly.

Presley, however, didn't stop.

Hannah stood between the living room and the door, indecisive and helpless.

Alyssa sat quietly on the couch, her expression once again calm and indifferent. She looked as if she was drained of energy, sitting there, with fatigue written all over her.

“Madam.” Hannah hesitated, then spoke, "I believe Mr. Presley still cares about you. Even now, he hasn't agreed to part with you."

Alyssa stood up, her voice cold, "Who knows what he's really thinking? Perhaps he feels embarrassed that there won't be anyone to be buried with him a hundred years from now. Anyway,

he's now a loser in life, so he wants to at least die with a bit of dignity. Besides these reasons, I really can't understand what he's aiming for"

Presley, who was already at the door, stiffened at these words. Apart from these, she really couldn't understand why he was still holding on? In her heart, was he really that worthless?

In the end, he returned to the Harper family residence. Regardless of what she thought his reasons were, he would never agree to this divorce, even if it killed him.

Damon and Royce seemed unaffected by the day's events, showing no extra emotion.

That night, Chloe couldn't help but ask him, "You saw the news, right? Don't you have anything to say?"

Damon, after his evening routine, wrapped her in the blanket, “What is there to say? It's their business. What can I do about it?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow, “Just going to leave it alone?"

Damon looked at her flatly, “You have the energy to worry about others?"

Chloe pursed her lips, "It's not just anyone."

“These things are out of our hands. The conflict between them has been building for decades, longer than we've been alive. We don't know what's going on between them, so let's not interfere blindly. You don't understand right from wrong as well as they do, okay?"

Chloe turned to look at him, her eyes filled with admiration. "You're so smart, you make so much sense."

Damon raised an eyebrow, "Only realizing this now?"

“Of course not. You've always been smart. I'm just deeply impressed today. I'm giving you credit."

Damon's eyes twinkled with amusement as he studied her intently. "So..."

Chloe shifted her gaze, "So can I spend the night with Ro..."

“No: Chloe: "I didn't even finish my sentence."

Damon chuckled, pulling her closer into his embrace, "Do you really think I don't know what you're plotting?"

Chloe sighed, retrieving her phone from under the covers and sent a direct message to her friend, Rose.

[Mission failed. Goodnight.]

Rose: [The founder of the world's top corporation sure is a clingy one.]

Chloe silently slid her phone back under the covers.

The next second, Damon had her phone in his hand, "Planning to sneak out and sleep with her, were you?"

Chloe knew she was caught red-handed and buried her face in his chest without a word. "So tired"

Damon sighed, planting a soft kiss on her forehead, a silent gesture of indulgence.

Chloe, nestled in his chest, slowly opened her eyes, blinking softly as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

His tolerance and indulgence toward her filled her heart with gratitude. The best man in the world was hers.

She had never imagined that she would one day find such love, given her tumultuous past. She felt as though all her luck had accumulated in meeting him.

“Thank you for your unwavering determination and persistence. You've made me the happiest woman in the world."

Chloe's words echoed from his chest, causing Damon to pause, "Don't make me sound so noble. I was just selfishly wanting you."

Chloe smiled, snuggling into his chest. This domineering man. She was so overwhelmed, and she couldn't even utter a word of thanks.

Presley had been cooped up at home, avoiding the relentless press and avoiding any encounter with Alyssa.

He declined any opportunity to meet with Alyssa, not wanting to engage in any discussions with her.

Robin had been busy tackling issues within the company. The revelation of Obsidian Group's founder had resulted in immense pressure from various parties on the Harper Group.

Projects were stalled, problems arose, and the shift in attitude from their partners was palpable. Every little issue seemed to come one after the other.

If the revelation of Damon's identity had initially shown him what it meant to have the Harper Group "cornered", he now understood the full impact of that statement. Previous attacks on the Harper family by Obsidian Group were merely child's play. Now, without lifting a finger, they were slowly pushing the Harper family into a corner.

Several corporations seeking to curry favor with Obsidian Group were piling on the pressure. The constant barrage of seemingly minor attacks was gradually wearing them down, their cumulative effect not to be underestimated.

Robin reported to his father daily regarding the company's affairs. However, his father, usually so invested in the Harper family business, seemed uninterested. He would sit in silence, deep in thought.

"Father, the company’s situation is far from ideal."

"You're in charge now. How the company operates is up to you. You don't need to report everything to me. What, if I'm not around one day, are you going to bury the company with me?"

Robin's routine report to his father was met with a surprising response.

Presley, who had always prioritized the Harper Group, seemed ready to let go. The sudden change in his father was startling. His mother's actions had truly shaken him to the core.

Presley's avoidance did not resolve the situation. A court summons a week later forced him to confront the issue he had been avoiding for so long.

In the end, he went to see Alyssa himself.

They sat in the same spots as they had a few days ago.

In just a few days, Presley seemed to have aged significantly. His face was haggard, his body noticeably thinner.

His cheekbones were more pronounced, a stark contrast to his previous appearance.

Alyssa glanced at him, tightened her lips, picked up her glass of water, took a sip, and looked away.

Time seemed to stretch on in the living room, with Alyssa showing no intention of speaking first.

Presley observed the elderly woman in front of him, his voice steady and calm. "You said there's no room for negotiation. But what if I insist on negotiating? Alyssa, from the moment I married you, I

never considered divorce."

Alyssa scoffed, her eyes cold. "So that's why you've been so arrogant all these years, thinking I would never leave you, that I would be stuck with you for life? What do you want to negotiate? Everyone's laughing at our predicament. Whether we divorce or not, it's humiliating. You can't salvage your reputation. Instead of having me by your side, reminding you of this disgrace, it's better to let me go and spare yourself the disgust of seeing me."

Presley tightened his lips, “Why do you insist on provoking me with your words? I'm well aware of our current situation, just as you are. You act as though I'm enjoying this. Despite the embarrassment, I choose not to divorce. Moreover, this isn't something you can decide alone"

“Alone? You're talking about making decisions together? Ask yourself, do you have any right to say that?

Presley, your attitude, and every word you utter, is a slap in your own face. Doesn't it hurt?"

"I don't have the right. But what can I say that would convince you? So much has happened recently, I know how I'm perceived. Your attitude suggests that you think I'm enjoying this situation. You make it seem as though I'm reveling in this disgrace. Alyssa, you cannot deny that every single action I took was with good intentions, for the sake of the Harper family and Damon. Why can't any of you understand?"

Alyssa slowly lifted her eyes to look at him, a laugh of helplessness and sarcasm escaping her lips.

“Understand? Can you say that there wasn't a single trace of your stubborn pride leading to this outcome?"

Presley's lips twitched, but no words came out for a moment.

"How many years have you lived? Not enough? So much so that you insist your progeny must live in accordance with your plans?" Alyssa rose to her feet, her voice icy. "I don't want to hear your so- called reasons and difficulties. I don't want to understand, and I don't get it. You have too many reasons, and we can't reach the heights and perspectives you do. It's me who can't match up to you. So, don't compromise and try to be with someone as ignorant and selfish as me. Even if you keeping talking today, it won't change my decision. Now, get out."

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