Chapter 120

Alexander Johnson vanished completely from Emily Smith's life after that day.

She moved between the company, the hospital, and her apartment at Jinzhou Bay No.1. Recording audiobooks became her only moment of relaxation. Every other day, she texted William Johnson, and he always replied instantly.

A week later, the office erupted in chaos.

Henry Johnson's email detonated like a bomb within BestTech Group. It announced his immediate resignation as CEO, though he would remain Chairman of the Board. William Johnson would take over as the new CEO.

Whispers filled the break room.

"The Chairman is barely in his forties."

"BestTech is his life's work."

"Rumor has it Vice President Johnson has been running things for months."

Emily clutched her coffee cup, fingers turning cold. She understood better than anyone what this sudden change meant.

Henry's condition must be far worse than imagined.

Her phone lit up with a WeChat message from William: "Saw the email?"

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Yes," she typed hesitantly. "How is the Chairman...really?"

The typing indicator flickered, then stopped. Finally, a reply came: "Define 'okay.'"

Those five words stabbed through her chest.

She could almost see William standing alone in the Swiss snow, his silhouette desolate.

"If he's in good spirits, then he's okay," she sent before flipping her phone face down.

On her way home, her editor Yinyin messaged her with profiles of several top male voice actors.

"Potential new co-hosts for you," Yinyin wrote. "Take your pick."

Emily stared at the familiar names—each a star in the industry. She smiled bitterly. William's doing again, no doubt.

Neon lights flashed outside the car window. She suddenly felt like an insect trapped in amber—pampered yet paralyzed.