NovelEnglishChapter 1211 Congratulations, Mr. Norwell! The snight.
Rowan was standing in front of the bedroom window, holding a glass of warm milk, which he had finished half.
Holding the phone in the other hand, he repeatedly read the messages Claire sent him today.
He checked the photo of the sunset seven or eight times.
He felt inexplicably joyful.
He started thinking. It was getting late, she must be tired after climbing the mountain all day.
Had she fallen asleep? She was all in his head, yet he didn't bother her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe missed her.
He dreamed of Claire that night, where she seemed to be near yet beyond reach. When he woke up the next morning, he stared at the ceiling for a long while with a profound feeling.
It was as if she was by his side.
The morning light was warm.
Tristan was still in a serious mood. When he went downstairs, his father's car was no longer in the yard.
He wanted to discuss it with his father, but now he had no chance.
After breakfast, he drove to the company with a strong feeling that this morning's board meeting was not ordinary.
As expected, when he walked into the company lobby, a shareholder walked toward him with a smile.
"Tristan, so you are Mr. Clarke's son? No wonder you guys look alike!" Was his identity revealed? Tristan smiled gently, not knowing how to answer this question.
"Should | call you Mr. Norwell from now on or Mr. Clarke?" The man had a friendly smile on his face, looking happy and appreciative.
"Has my father told you?" Tristan asked.
"Yes. The board of directors has named you the next president." The middle-aged man told him truthfully, "It was announced officially today." Tristan's heart sank. Had his father ever thought if he wanted that? In the elevator, Tristan had mixed feelings.
In front of the window of the president's office, Zack looked over when he heard the familiar footsteps getting closer.
"Dad!" Tristan walked towards him quickly, "This thing..." "Don't talk about this again!" Zack interrupted directly, "I've already decided." "I'll transfer half of the shares to Eason!" "No!" Zack was determined, "I believe in you, as long as you are alive, he won't starve." That was all Zack asked for? "Then don't worry." Tristan immediately made a promise, "Even if I'm gone, Eason won't starve. I'll arrange him properly." Zack believed in Tristan.
The eight o'clock meeting started soon, and the company's executives and members of the board of directors were all present.
When Zack announced Tristan's identity and announced that he would take his position, everybody applauded.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlthough he couldn't accept it, everyone supported him.
"Mr. Norwell! Under your leadership, | believe the company will improve by leaps and bounds! " "We all believe in you!" "Congratulations, Mr. Norwell!" Just when Tristan stood up and was about to make his speeches, Ivan and Jennifer cin, and they also joined the applause.
"Congratulations, Mr. Norwell!" So they also know about this? So Zack had discussed it with them.
With joyful smiles on everyone's faces, the company ushered in a new journey.
Amid thunderous applause, Zack got up and hugged Tristan, patted him on the back, and whispered in his ear, "Tristan, | am proud of you." At this second, a scorching warm current poured into Tristan's chest, and his eye was a little moist.
He promised his father, "I won't let you down." In this way, Tristan took over the Clarke Group and becpresident at a young and promising age.
He was no longer just an assistant.
The strange thing was that everyone in the company, whatever their job was, all believed in Tristan.
His contributions to the company over the years and his morality had earned him people's support.
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