Chapter 30
Quentin stared at the contract in disbelief. “You landed Verde Group’s project at your first meeting?”
Gwyneth sneered, “Of course. It’s all here, in black and white”
Years ago, when Verde Group was just a dozen people strong, she’d seen potential in their new energy project and thrown them a lifeline.
Later, as a key shareholder at Everprosper Group, she’d pulled out the investment to clean up the books before going public. She’d missed out on Verde’s shares, but the favor was still remembered,
Melanie’s eyes welled up. “Dad, even though Gwyneth got Verde Group’s
‘s project, she doesn’t know how Jenkins Group works-
two years.
“I don’t know?” Gwyneth called over a colleague. “Bring me those two folders Inside were Jenkins Group’s public data from the past two y along with spot–on estimates about their internal restructuring and investment ratios.
Melanie gasped, “You’ve only been here a few days! How could you-
Gwyneth gave her a cold look. Jenkins Group’s projects are all laid out. The financial reports are facts, and the rest is public knowledge. It’s not rocket science. So, Dad, do you finally believe I’m ready for the Vice President position?”
Quentin was speechless–Gwyneth was really something
Melanie stamped her foot in frustration. She wanted to keep playing the sweet daughter and made Quentin change his mind.
But Gwyneth pressed on. “But if Harrison keeps blocking those two projects, our funding chain will be in serious trouble by the end of the year. Dad–are you really willing to gamble everything for Melanie?”
If the cash flow broke, the Jenkins Group would go bankrupt within months. Before Melanie could say more, Quentin cut her on. “Effective immediately, Gwyneth is promoted to Vice President.
Gwyneth sneered and marched off to find her office without looking back.
Melanie sobbed even harder, “Dad, look at Gwyneth!”
“Enough! I’ll handle this. Quentin said through clenched teeth. Then he ordered his secretary, Tell Gwyneth to bring her husband for family dinner this weekend.”
“Underwood.” The secretary quietly slipped away.
Quentin’s eyes flared with a cold, murderous intent. For years, he had felt shackled by Gwyneth’s mother. Only after her death did he finally feel fire.
He couldn’t believe that after more than a decade, Gwyneth, his so–called daughter, had returned to haunt him.
“Like a bad penny! Why didn’t you both just die during childbirth? All I need is your valuable porcelain, he muttered to himself.
Gwyneth got a text from the secretary and quickly messaged Harrison: My father’s invited us for a family dinner this weekend. Let me know if you’re free.)
The Lopez family was already tricky enough, while the Jenkins family was a whole other mess. If Harrison showed up, he’d be grilled about work projects the moment he walked in.
She didn’t want him to get in trouble for her revenge. So she frowned and added: || can say no for you]
To her surprise, Harrison called right back. “I’m u
“You don’t have to go,” Gwyneth said, pursing her lips. She was used to handling the Jenkins fanoly by now
“I can be there for you” Harrison’s voice was steady
Aid somehow. Gwyneth fel a flicker of something unexpected. Having someone in her corner felt kind of nice. After a moment, she agreed to meri Harmon and lead home together
That weekend, Quentin hail the housekeeper prepare a lavish dinner. Diana and Melanie couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy–Quentin only gone to such lengils for no one else but Harrison-
