The Leader
Carla had only been there once, and it was when Jombo passed away.
At that time, she had come to stir up trouble under Daemon's command and managed to infuriate Zayn.
Though the people and place remained the same, her emotions were vastly different.
Carla had already cast aside her animosity and grudges toward the Giblo family. As of then, they were no longer enemies but a family.
When she entered Jombo's residence, the subordinates, bodyguards, and maids were no longer wary of her. Instead, they welcomed her respectfully and greeted, "Mrs. Giblo!"
"Where's Mr. Thompson?"
Carla strode forward, displaying a regal bearing with every step she took.
Her demeanor had changed entirely—she was no longer like her weak self in the past.
Even when she reconciled with the Lierger family, she was not as domineering as then.
After all, she had Daemon as her backing at that time. No matter how powerful she was, the shadow of her past still lingered.
Yet, both Daemon and Zayn had gone missing.
Carla was the only one left in both the Giblo and Lierger families.
Hence, she had to pull herself together and be the most reliable leader for everyone.
"Mr. Thompson is waiting for you in the study, " replied the butler respectfully.
Carla entered with Freda and the rest. Just as she was about to step into the study, she saw Jombo's portrait on the wall and fell into a daze.
His portrait had been hung there since his passing. Every day, Thompson would talk to it about the recent happenings in the Giblo family.
When Thompson saw her stopping in her tracks, he quickly instructed, "Take the portrait down now."
"There's no need for that." Carla affected a calm expression and strode into the room. "I should keep Grandpa updated too."
"Did you just call Mr. Jombo as…"
"Although the wedding ceremony did not happen, Zayn and I are legally married. Now that I'm officially part of the Giblo family, I ought to change the way I address him."
Carla sat on the sofa across from Thompson.
"Your demeanor reminds me of Mr. Zayn in the past." Looking at her, Thompson could not help but lament, "It's a pity… Why did this happen…"
At the thought of Zayn, tears streamed down his cheeks as his heart ached terribly.
"I still think that he's alive." Although Carla felt emotional, she remained strong. "Perhaps, the masked men took him away, or…"
"Considering how ill he is, even if the masked men had brought him away, I'm afraid that the chances of him surviving are slim, " said Thompson amidst sobs. "Of course, I wish that there'll be a miracle too, but…"
"I know that it sounds impossible, but…" Trying her best to suppress her sorrow, she declared firmly, "I still believe in miracles!"
Thompson heaved a deep sigh and fell silent.
At that moment, the butler served some tea.
After taking a sip of the hot tea, Carla went straight to the point. "I believe Mr. Domitos has contacted you, right? A board meeting is going to be held this afternoon."
"He did call me." Thompson leaned against the wheelchair weakly, already exhausted by the short conversation. "I'll follow you to the company in the afternoon. However…"
There, he drew out his vowels for a long time, his tone filled with misgivings and hesitation.
Naturally, he was aware of the current situation and that Carla was alone without any support. At that moment, he had to be her backing.
Prior to the incident, that was what Zayn kept reminding him of. Hence, he had to do a good job.
Yet, to be honest, he lacked confidence. Firstly, he did not know if Carla was capable enough to support the family. Secondly, he was unsure if she would remain with the Giblo family forever.
After all, she was still so young. It was possible for her to remarry to someone else.
Furthermore, the grudges between the Giblo and Lierger families could not be dismissed just like that.
If Daemon returned one day and took Carla away, the Giblo family's future would be bleak.
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