Chapter 144


    Chapter 144 Termination For All Who Miswrite


    Later, Heather Barton passed away in a car ident and Kent Barton took over thepany. The


    siblings had a good rtionship. The death of Heather Barton was a huge blow to Kent. Kent converted


    his grief into determination and numbed himself by putting his all into his career every day. For more


    than ten years, he never once cked off, and he eventually turned Moonlight Group from a small


    company into arge corporation.


    Kent also raised Heather’s daughter, Annalise Barton, as his own child. Kent’s daughters, Abigail


    Barton and Annalise Barton, were of the same age, so he had always considered them twins. No


    matter what he bought for Abigail Barton, he would always do the same for Annalise. Sometimes, he


    even treated Annalise Barton better than his own biological daughter.


    ording to insider information, the reason why Kent Barton had sent Annalise Barton to the


    countryside was that they had met a sage-like Daoist priest in the cemetery on the day they buried


    Heather Barton’s ashes. The Daoist priest had noted that Annalise possessed a strange fate. After


    asking for her time of birth, he exined that Annalise was fated to bear hardships in her life and that it


    would be best for her to be sent to live in the countryside. Allowing her to live closer to nature would in


    turn allow her to have a brighter future.


    The Daoist priest had also mentioned that the sooner Annalise Barton was sent to the countryside, the


    better it would be. Kent was reluctant to do so and asked the Daoist priest how long he could dy it.


    The priest told him six years old at thetest.


    Hence, when Annalise Barton was 6 years old, Kent had no choice but to send Annalise to live in the


    countryside. She was sent to the countryside to be closer to nature, described by the priest as


    supplementing hercking earth and wood energy.


    Unexpectedly, after Annalise Barton grew up, she became an ingrate. Even though her uncle Kent was


    sick, she still aggressively forced Kent to hand over hispany shares, hurriedly proceeding to hold


    at shareholders’ meeting with the intention of harvesting and enjoying the fruits of hisbor. She even


    wanted to kick Kent Barton out of thepany.


    The Barton family’s genes were exemry. Heather Barton was very outstanding. Kent Barton was


    very kind. The fact that Annalise Barton had grown to be such an ingrate must have been


    because she inherited the genes of her scumbag father. Behind these words were various


    apanying pictures.


    There were pictures of Annalise Barton as a child with Abigail Barton. Back then, Abigail Barton and


    Annalise Barton were wearing the same dresses and tiny tiaras. They looked like little princesses.


    Annalise’s eyes welled up as she looked at it. Julian held her hand and asked helplessly, “You believed


    it?”


    Indeed, feelings were the most powerful weapon in existence. Annie was a smart and courageous


    person, but she would still turn stupid when it came to matters of the heart. She actually fell for such a


    wed and illogical story. “I didn’t,” Annalise replied. How could she believe Kent’s nonsense?


    Although this report was written in the tone of a third person, the content and photos were obviously


    provided by Kent himself. Not only did hebel her as an ingrate, he even brought up her background


    in order to convince the public to believe him. The reason why she cried was that she saw this photo.


    Looking at the photo, she should have been three years old back then. She was dressed so beautifully,


    looking so pure and cute, and smiling so sweetly. Her eyes were filled with joy. At the time, her mother


    must have still been around, right? Only a child with a mother would be so blessed and happy. Drip…


    Her tears fell on the screen of the phone, and she immediately reached out to wipe them away. Julian


    wiped the tears on her face with heartache. She looked up at him and her nose twitched. She suddenly


    hugged his neck and pressed her forehead against his, saying, “Julian, we’re both motherless.”


    Julian’s heart ached. He looked at her deeply. “Yes, we are people without mothers to love us. In the


    future, we will love each other well. We’ll love our children well, too. Our children will be the happiest


    babies in the world.” “Yeah.” Annalise felt her throat constrict and she choked a little. “Don’t cry. Mum is


    watching us from the heavens. They’ll be happy to see us happy!” Julian coaxed.


    “Yeah.” Annalise choked even harder. Julian hugged Annalise and patted her back as if he was


    comforting a child. He asked gently. “Do you want me to arrange for someone to manage the Moonlight


    Group?” Annalise sniffed and replied, “No need. I’ve already made arrangements.”


    “Chloe Knightly’s best friend was a professional manager who used to manage a Fortune 500


    company, and was only willing toe because of her good rtionship with Chloe.”


    “Alright then.” Julian brushed Annalise’s hair. “Annie, after everything with thepany is in order, let’s


    go out and rx, just the two of us. If you’re willing, you can even bring me to meet your mentor.”


    She had been raised by her mentor since she was young, and you could even say that her mentor was


    her father. Now that they were married, it was only natural that he should visit him personally. “Sure,


    then we’ll go back to the vige tomorrow after we’ve settled thepany’s matters,” Annalise said.


    “Okay.” Julian was even looking forward to it.


    Meanwhile, on Kent Barton’s side, he was refreshing the Horington news app without stopping. Five


    minutes had passed, and the news was not yet up. Ten minutes had passed, and nothing still. After half


    an hour, there was still no news. He was furious and immediately called the person in charge of the


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    Indaad, faalings wara tha most powarful waapon in axistanca. Annia was a smart and couragaous


    parson, but sha would still turn stupid whan it cama to mattars of tha haart. Sha actually fall for such a


    wad and illogical story. “I didn’t,” Annalisa rapliad. How could sha baliava Kant’s nonsansa?


    Although this raport was writtan in tha tona of a third parson, tha contant and photos wara obviously


    providad by Kant himsalf. Not only did habal har as an ingrata, ha avan brought up har background


    in ordar to convinca tha public to baliava him. Tha raason why sha criad was that sha saw this photo.


    Looking at tha photo, sha should hava baan thraa yaars old back than. Sha was drassad so baautifully,


    looking so pura and cuta, and smiling so swaatly. Har ayas wara fid with joy. At tha tima, har mothar


    must hava still baan around, right? Only a child with a mothar would ba so ssad and happy. Drip…


    Har taars fall on tha scraan of tha phona, and sha immadiataly raachad out to wipa tham away. Julian


    wipad tha taars on har faca with haartacha. Sha lookad up at him and har nosa twitchad. Sha suddanly


    huggad his nack and prassad har forahaad against his, saying, “Julian, wa’ra both mothass.”


    Julian’s haart achad. Ha lookad at har daaply. “Yas, wa ara pao without mothars to lova us. In tha


    futura, wa will lova aach othar wall. Wa’ll lova our childran wall, too. Our childran will ba tha happiast


    babias in tha world.” “Yaah.” Annalisa falt har throat constrict and sha chokad a lit. “Don’t cry. Mum is


    watching us from tha haavans. Thay’ll ba happy to saa us happy!” Julian coaxad.


    “Yaah.” Annalisa chokad avan hardar. Julian huggad Annalisa and pattad har back as if ha was


    comforting a child. Ha askad gantly. “Do you want ma to arranga for somaona to managa tha Moonlight


    Group?” Annalisa sniffad and rapliad, “No naad. I’va alraady mada arrangamants.”


    “Chloa Knightly’s bast friand was a profassional managar who usad to managa a Fortuna 500


    company, and was only willing toa bacausa of har good rtionship with Chloa.”


    “Alright than.” Julian brushad Annalisa’s hair. “Annia, aftar avarything with thapany is in ordar,t’s


    go out and rx, just tha two of us. If you’ra willing, you can avan bring ma to maat your mantor.”


    Sha had baan raisad by har mantor sinca sha was young, and you could avan say that har mantor was


    har fathar. Now that thay wara marriad, it was only natural that ha should visit him parsonally. “Sura,


    than wa’ll go back to tha viga tomorrow aftar wa’va satd thapany’s mattars,” Annalisa said.


    “Okay.” Julian was avan looking forward to it.


    Maanwh, on Kant Barton’s sida, ha was rafrashing tha Horington naws app without stopping. Fiva


    minutas had passad, and tha naws was not yat up. Tan minutas had passad, and nothing still. Aftar half


    an hour, thara was still no naws. Ha was furious and immadiataly cad tha parson in charga of tha


    of media station. “What’s going on? Isn’t it already finalized? Why isn’t it out even after so long? What


    type newspany are you with this kind of speed? To put it bluntly, even taking a dump is faster than


    this!” The person in charge of the media station was extremely frustrated. “Sigh, Mr. Barton, we’re


    rushing here as well. We just finished editing and uploading it, but our official website suddenly


    crashed. We’re urgently repairing it. Don’t worry, Mr. Barton. We’ll get it repaired as quickly as


    possible.” Kent frowned and said unhappily, “Hurry up.”


    “Alright, Mr. Barton. I’ll keep an eye on it myself. Goodbye, Mr. Barton!” Kent drove home while


    continuing to wait. Every time he waited at a traffic light, he would immediately refresh the news.


    However, even after six traffic lights, there was still no news. “Fuck! A bunch of trash!” He cursed


    angrily.


    His phone rang. He thought that it was the media again, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a call from


    his wife, Bethany Langdon. Bethany asked him anxiously over the phone, “Hubby, I heard that you’ve


    given 70% of the group’s shares to Annalise Barton?” How could this be? Wasn’t this equivalent to


    working hard their entire life for Annalise Barton?


    “Don’t worry too much about work-rted matters.” Kent was annoyed. Bethany was weak-willed. Just


    by hearing his reply, she knew that Kent was in a bad mood, so she stopped


    probing and immediately changed the topic, “Hubby, Abbie just called. She and Alexander have arrived


    at the airport. They’ll be home soon. I’m preparing dinner with the maid. You’reing back, right?


    Hubby, no matter what, we can’t neglect our son-inw.”


    “Yeah, I’m on my way back,” answered Kent. Bethany immediately said, “Alright then, be careful on the


    road.” After hanging up, Kent refreshed the news once more. There was still no change. He was so


    angry that he wanted to smash his phone.


    He called the person in charge at the media station again and said in an extremely annoyed tone, “The


    way I see it, you don’t want the exclusive first hand coverage, correct? If you don’t want it, just let me


    know. There are plenty of others around who want the coverage.”


    The other party said bitterly, “Mr. Barton, it’s not that I don’t want it, but ourwork has just been


    attacked. Mr. Barton, just who exactly did you offend? We’ve received a warning that if we dare to write


    another word about Annalise Barton, we’ll be shut down!”