Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 15 Quelling the Skeptics

Felicity found herself grappling with escalating facial allergies, each day worsening the discomfort. She idly played with the ointment that Melody had sent her way, stealing glances at the vigilant bodyguard stationed nearby. “So, you’re saying that not only is this ointment safe, but the venerable minds in the lab have scrutinized its composition?”

“Melody’s resourcefulness knows no bounds.”

With a newfound sense of reassurance, she gingerly applied the ointment, a tingling sense of curiosity stirring within her.

The fiery itch that had plagued her face and neck was swiftly supplanted by a cool, invigorating sensation,

She couldn’t help but let out a small exclamation, “This ointment is remarkably soothing.”

A thought tiptoed into her mind. If this ointment proved so efficacious, what wonders might Melody’s touted beauty cream hold?

In her mind’s eye danced visions of Melody’s flawless, luminescent complexion.

White, delicate, velvety, and supple!

It was an allure even she couldn’t resist.

An hour later, Felicity stood before her reflection in the mirror.

A startled cry reverberated from the bedroom, “Oh my, the swelling has vanished!”

Not only had the inflammation diminished, but the angry redness of her allergic reaction had also ebbed away.

She observed that the once–afflicted skin now bore a newfound softness and fairness…

What sort of miraculous cream was this?

Felicity was overjoyed; unable to contain her smile, she decided to snap a picture to share with the elite socialite group in the capital.

Felicity bubbled over with delight; unable to contain her joy, she resolved to capture a snapshot to share with the capital’s elite social circle.

She wanted those vultures to know that Felicity, renowned for her beauty, stood as immovable as the mightiest of mountains.

Melody graced the halls of YM Capital.

With open–handed generosity, she extended funds to high–achieving employees for the purchase of cutting–edge computers.

Martin, erstwhile president of the student union at Greenfield University and founder of YM Capital, had amassed his initial fortune in the millions.

The reserves left within the company following the incident had kept YM Capital afloat for four years, earning Martin near–deific reverence from many Greenfield graduates.

Melody, appearing perpetually youthful and guileless, faced skepticism from the proud graduates who doubted her mettle.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Under Andrew’s current leadership, none dared openly question her authority, at least for the time being.

Yet Melody knew that to truly cement her dominion over YM Capital, she must establish her credibility.

Within the confines of the boardroom:

“Melody, have you taken leave of your senses?”

“I understand the urgency, but haste may lead to folly.”

“With YM Capital holding less than a million in liquid assets, we can scarcely secure an invitation to the Golden Financial Summit in the capital.

“And you propose to vie with Orton Finance and devise a financial blueprint for Morgan Group within five years. They’re a publicly traded entity with a daily turnover exceeding a million.”

Andrew furrowed his brow and delicately adjusted his spectacles, a hint of disquiet flickering across hist countenance.

He hadn’t expected Melody to exhibit even greater audacity than Martin in days gone by.

The apple truly doesn’t fall far from the tree; both siblings possess a ferocious tenacity.

The market valuation of Morgan Group soared into the billions, and they stood as pivotal figures in the imminent Golden Financial Summit to be held in the capital.

Whispers insinuated that Orton Finance had already begun negotiations with Morgan Group. Rumors suggested that Orton Finance was already in talks with Morgan Group.

All that remained was a compelling financial strategy to sway Morgan Group toward collaboration.

“Melody, the world of commerce is akin to a battleground. You lack experience and harbor naivety, adept only at theoretical discourse. Your downfall seems inevitable.”

“Despite holding the legal mantle of YM Capital, you’ve been absent from any decision–making over the past four years, and you lack the credentials of a college graduate. Why should we heed your counsel?”

“Furthermore, do you, a fragile young woman, truly believe that by leveraging Martin, you can wield boundless power? Will you shoulder the burden if YM faces insolvency?”

“If you persist in spouting such nonsense, vacate YM. We have no need for an unseasoned child meddling in our affairs.

The doctoral candidates hammered their points upon the table, a chorus of skepticism ringing out one after the other.

The derision and condescension directed toward Melody were razor–edged, as the titans of academia remained impervious to mere monetary inducements.

Only through aptitude and prowess can we be won over!

For a fleeting moment, the boardroom descended into a tumult of discordant voices.

Any other young woman might have quailed beneath such scrutiny.

But Melody retained her composure at the head of the table, idly toying with a string of beads left behind by Martin.

After the dissatisfied murmurs and skeptical challenges had been voiced, Melody surveyed the room.

A sly smirk curled her lips as she twirled the beads between her fingers.

The dangerous half–lidded almond eyes of the girl gleamed with keenness and arrogance. “Martin founded YM at the tender age of twenty, securing million–dollar ventures and etching his name into industry lore.”

“Now, 1. Melody, shall lead YM Capital at the age of twenty!”

So what if I’m a woman? Talent knows no gender constraints.

“In the realm of business, it is skill and strategy alone that holds sway.”

“No matter how gifted or haughty you may be, you find yourselves under the authority of a young woman such as myself.”