Forte Amor do CEO Sensual

Chapter 950
The atmosphere suddenly got thick with tension.
Alma was so scared that she wanted to scream.
The bodyguards immediately stepped forward, supporting her while preparing to take her upstairs.
Omar sat down slowly, his voice frosty, “If you guys dare to let her out again, you’re toast.”
The two bodyguards shivered and hastened to take Alma upstairs.
Throughout this, Alma’s mind was a whirlwind, and she couldn’t believe her brother was out for her blood.
As she was pushed into the room, she blurted out, trembling, “Has my brother gone bonkers?”
Omar couldn’t hear her from downstairs, but the bodyguards turned pale as sheets.
“Ms. Alma, you’d best lay low here. The boss has been in a foul mood lately, haven’t you noticed there are way fewer people in
the Casson family?”
Alma’s heart raced in fear, “What do you mean?”
The bodyguard looked around and then said under his breath, “Even Eden got the boot.”
Alma felt weak in the knees, almost falling over.
At this moment, she truly believed her brother had changed.
He used to be Grandpa’s good boy, but now he took over the Casson family in such a brutal way, wiping out anyone who
opposed him.
People from the Casson family were either dead or sent away, with only a few remaining.
Omar’s rise to power was brutal, making him exude an aura of savagery.
“Ms. Alma, if you want to get out, better not stir the pot. Nobody dares to ruffle the boss’s feathers now.”
Omar needed someone to vent on. Anyone who pissed him off was asking for trouble.

Alma nodded, trembling, slowly closing the door. She knew it was locked from the outside, no need for anyone to remind her.
Back in bed, she was freezing cold. Despite the approaching summer, she was shivering.
Her phone rang in the room, the sweet voice on the other end asking, “How’s it going? did your brother agree to let you out?”
Alma fumbled for words but couldn’t articulate clearly.
The little princess of the Sanders family was clearly getting impatient.
You’re hopeless, Alma. Seems like I can’t count on you.”
“No, my brother’s really terrifying now.”
The call was abruptly ended.
Alma immediately panicked. Only by getting in the good books of the Sanders family’s princess could she get a chance to meet
that man.
But she dared not cross Omar now, especially after sensing his murderous intent. She just wanted to stay in her room, life was
more important than anything.
Over the past week, the changes in the Casson family had become the talk of the town.
“lan, what’s your take?”
Fitch was sitting by lan’s bed.
During the week, lan had been cooperative with his medication, his wounds had scabbed over, and he was now able to get out of
bed.
When Fitch had just knocked on the door, lan thought it was Maja coming. Seeing a man, there was disappointment in his eyes.
Fitch pretended not to notice.
“He’s always been a nutjob, nothing new to see.”
Ian leaned on the bed. In his hands were recent documents from the Raymond Corporation.

Fitch got up and pulled back the curtains.
“The Casson family’s internal strife has settled. What about the Raymond family? I heard that Dennis and the boss of the Eco
Traverse Group have been thick as thieves this week. The boss of the EcoTraverse Group has been here several days, but you
haven’t reacted at all. You are not planning on handing over the CEO position to him, are you?”
Jan looked out the window, his eyebrows twitching slightly.
Every day, when the sun reached that position, Maja would come to report.
As he thought, the doorbell rang.
Fitch was about to open the door, but lan quickly got up from the bed, pulling him back and opening the door himself.
Fitch almost lost his footing due to lan’s pull. If not for his agility, he would have fallen flat on his face.
As the door opened, lan saw Maja standing outside. He forced down the corners of his mouth, pretending not to be so eager.
“You’re here again.”
Holding a tray, Maja looked over at Fitch, who was not far away.
Fitch was planning to find a place to sit down. After all, he just got here and had some matters to discuss with lan
But when lan returned to the bed, his gaze fell on Fitch, seemingly hinting that he could leave.
Fitch instinctively looked at the time. And he had been here less than three minutes just sat down. His butt wasn’t even warm
yet.
He pretended not to see lan’s hint and sat down in a chair on the side.
Maja expertly set a small table on the bed, wiped the spoon, and then fed lan a spoonful of soup.
Fitch couldn’t help but ask, “He only injured his chest and head. His hands are fine, right? And the doctor said his wounds have
scabbed over, and he can get out of bed now.”
Maja’s hand holding the spoon paused. She thought that’s true.
“Then you can eat by yourself.”

Ian frowned deeply, and he had never found Fitch so annoying.
Out of politeness, Maja still asked Fitch, “Mr. Haskins, do you want some fruit?”
Fitch sat there, his tone emotionless.
“That’s not your place to ask, and you used to be the lady of Greenfield Gardens, but not anymore.”
Tan was fuming. A week ago, Maja borrowed his private jet, and her attitude towards him softened a bit. She came over once a
day, and they were finally
on good terms. If Maja stopped coming because of Fitch, the cold fish, he would definitely cut ties with him!