Free Web NovelChapter 242: I’ll Find You
She had reached this level without partners. Without a boyfriends, without husbands, without leaning on any man for support. Not even once had she considered it.
But unlike what one would think, Her distrust of men had not held her back, instead It had fueled her.
Every success had been another rejection of the belief that a woman required a man’s protection to survive.
Every victory had reinforced the same conclusion. Trust no man, need no man, depend on no man.
It had become the foundation upon which she built her entire life. And then she woke up in a hospital bed in Inksea Island.
A stranger had broken down a door to save her, the stranger had fought six men to do it, thesame stranger had paid thirty million dollars for her treatment. And that same stranger had left without asking for recognition, repayment, gratitude, or even a name.
Everything Amelia believed she knew about men was being quietly dismantled by a single person she had met that did the thing she considered impossible in this world.
Her gaze settled once more on the photograph displayed on her phone.
’Stan Harrison.’
A man she had never spoken to. A man she barely knew. A man who had somehow managed to shake beliefs that had survived seventeen years of pain, betrayal, and loss.
The foundations of her worldview were not collapsing all at once. They were changing slowly.
One thought at a time,one realization at a time, one glance at his photograph at a time.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone.
"I’ll find you."
The whisper was barely audible. Yet there was a certainty behind it that surprised even her.
For the first time in years, Amelia wanted something that had nothing to do with business, power, or survival.
And she intended to find him, no matter what it’ll cost her...
Her fingers continued moving across the screen and within minutes, the search widened.
She searched his name. She searched his corporate affiliations. She searched every database and intelligence source available at her clearance level.
Then she found something that made her stop.
[Stan Harrison — Major Shareholder, Wanhai Group.]
Amelia frowned. She read the line once, then again.
The information wasn’t publicly available. An ordinary search would never have revealed it. But Amelia Don wasn’t conducting an ordinary search. As one of Warner Bros.’ major shareholders, she possessed access to industry intelligence networks unavailable to the public.
The cross-corporate share registry had surfaced the data automatically.
He held significant positions in both companies.
For several seconds, Amelia simply stared at the screen.
Then she did the math. Even using conservative estimates, his combined holdings exceeded five hundred billion dollars. Her breathing slowed.
A man worth that much had personally broken into an abandoned building to save a stranger.
He hadn’t waited for the police. He hadn’t hired security. He hadn’t stayed at a safe distance while someone else handled the danger. He had gone himself. He had put his own body between her and six armed men. For her. How absurd was that?
A man with five hundred billion dollars attached to his name did not need to take that risk. There was no business advantage, no financial incentive, no hidden transaction, no rational calculation that made sense. He had done it because he had chosen to. Because that was simply the kind of man he was.
The warmth in her chest deepened.
What had begun as a flutter now felt almost tangible, a pressure spreading through her ribs and settling somewhere near her heart.
"Director Amelia."
Emma had stepped closer to the bedside, her voice measured and professional.
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Amelia didn’t look away from the screen. "I’m well, Emma."
Her thumb rested lightly against Stan’s photograph.
"I’m very well."
She was silent for a moment.
Then she her gaze shifted to them;
"There’s something I need to ask you."
"Of course, Director."
"How much did he spend on my treatment again?"
"Thirty million dollars, Director." Amelia closed her eyes.
The phone remained cradled in her hands. For several long seconds, she simply sat there.
When her eyes opened again, they glistened slightly. Not with tears but with emotion. Raw, unfamiliar emotion.
"Thirty million dollars," she whispered.
The words sounded almost unreal.
"For a stranger." Her voice softened further. "For a woman who didn’t even get the chance to thank him."
She pressed the phone lightly against her chest. The gesture was unconscious. Protective. Almost tender.
"I have to meet him, Emma."
The room fell quiet.
"I have to thank him properly."
Her gaze drifted toward the brightening sky beyond the hospital window.
"I have to find him, and I have to tell him what he did." ƒreewebɳovel.com
She paused. There was more. Much more. But the words refused to come.
How was she supposed to explain that a man she had known for less than a minute had managed to shake convictions that had survived nearly two decades?
How was she supposed to explain that he had challenged beliefs she had built her entire life around?
How was she supposed to explain that, somehow, he had become important to her before she had ever truly met him?
The language simply didn’t exist.
So she settled on the one thing she knew with certainty.
"I have to find him."
Emma inclined her head.; "Of course, Director."
Amelia turned toward the window once more.
Morning light was spreading across the Velaris skyline, painting the city in gold.
Somewhere out there, in an office tower, an apartment, or perhaps another part of the city entirely, Stan Harrison was beginning his day.
Completely unaware that he had altered the course of another person’s life.
Completely unaware that he occupied her thoughts with a persistence she found both alarming and impossible to resist.
Amelia watched the sunrise in silence. She would find him. Of that, she was absolutely certain.
And when she did, she would make sure he understood exactly what he had given her.
Not just her life. Something far more valuable. The belief that perhaps she had been wrong all along.
