Part 3Reborn, I Destroyed My Vile Wife and Took Back Everything

Three days later.

Serena successfully forged my psychiatric records and cashed in her bribes. The moment the court finalized the death declaration, she couldn't stop smiling. She genuinely believed the entirety of Pinnacle Group was now her personal piggy bank.

From my safehouse, I watched the corporate boardroom cameras in crystal clear high definition.

The atmosphere in the massive conference room was suffocating. The founding executives and core management team were all seated, faces grim.

Serena slammed the forged will and the court order onto the mahogany table, her tone dripping with arrogance. "Listen up. Gideon Wright is legally dead. As of this exact moment, I am taking absolute control of Pinnacle Group!"

Vice President Bennett, a loyal veteran who had built the company alongside me and owed his life to my late father, immediately slammed his hands on the table. "Ms. Serena, the probate process isn't even fully finalized. You have absolutely zero corporate management experience. If you take the helm now, you will run this company into the ground!"

Derek stepped forward smoothly, tossing a thick stack of printed documents onto the table. He offered a slimy, threatening smile. "Vice President Bennett, I have the exact paper trail of the twenty million dollars you embezzled from the corporate accounts." "The financial crimes unit is sitting in the lobby right now. Keep barking, and I'll have them escort you out in handcuffs."

Bennett's face turned ash grey. He clenched his fists and fell dead silent.

Seeing him back down, Serena grew even more power-drunk. She lifted her chin and barked her first order. "From now on, the finance department reports directly to me. Not a single cent leaves this building without my signature!"

The moment the words left her mouth, several core executives stood up in perfect unison, exactly as I had secretly instructed them days ago.

"Ms. Serena, Pinnacle Group is Gideon Wright's legacy. We only answer to him. We resign."

Without a shred of hesitation or regret, they turned on their heels and marched toward the exit.

Panic flashed across Serena's face. She shot up from her leather chair and shrieked. "Stop right there! Who gave you permission to leave?" "I am the legal owner of this company! If you walk out that door, it's a breach of contract! I'll sue all of you into bankruptcy!"

Ignoring her completely, the rest of the room stood up, grabbed their briefcases, and filed out the door.

Within seconds, the packed boardroom was entirely empty.

A heavy, dead silence settled over the room. Serena stood frozen at the head of the table, her entire body trembling with rage. Derek panicked, grabbing her arm to ask what their next move was. Serena just screamed at him hysterically. "How the hell should I know?! A bunch of ungrateful traitors! Do they think they'll die without Gideon?!"

I watched the two idiots panic on the screen. Every single one of those executives was my person. We had an agreement: the moment Serena officially claimed power, they would trigger a mass exodus.

Did she honestly think a piece of paper made her a CEO? Absolutely delusional.

Without the core management team, Serena and Derek were nothing but figureheads staring at an empty fortress. They were running around like headless chickens.

Desperate to project power, they began a suicidal spending spree. They drained the corporate petty cash to buy luxury sports cars and designer watches. They even forged procurement contracts to siphon cash out of the accounts, turning the ledgers into a chaotic mess. Every single illegal transaction they authorized became airtight evidence for corporate embezzlement.

While Serena was frantically trying to clean up the operational nightmare, she finally set her sights on my mother.

The security feed captured the audio of her cold, emotionless voice as she called the private clinic. "Hello, this is Serena. Stop all billing for Gideon Wright's mother immediately." "Starting tomorrow, cut off all imported medications. Cancel the private suite and dump her in the general ward."

The administrator on the other end must have questioned the decision.

Serena snapped impatiently. "That old hag is just wasting perfectly good oxygen. She's better off dead anyway. That way she won't be around to fight me for my money."

Staring at the screen, I cracked my knuckles, a dark fury simmering in my chest.

In my past life, this was the exact moment my mother's medications were cut. Three days later, her complications flared up, and she died in agony. In this life, the day after I faked my death, my private security team quietly transferred her to a world-class facility in Switzerland with round-the-clock intensive care.

But this recorded phone call? This was ironclad proof of attempted murder.

Tomorrow was Serena and Derek's highly publicized "Chairman Inauguration Ceremony."

They had invited every major media outlet in the city. They wanted to officially crown themselves royalty in the grand lobby of Pinnacle Group headquarters.

And I was going to make sure they remembered tomorrow for the rest of their miserable lives.