The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

After his outburst, Sanderson was ready to storm out with his entourage.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mr. Sanderson, this meeting is still in session. You can't just leave before it's over. What's this, a mutiny?" Jacob's voice was stripped of any mirth.

Most of Sanderson's crew held positions of some clout within The Strand Group.

At Jacob's words, their steps faltered, uncertainty rooting them to the spot. Jacob's unexpected rise to the position of Chairman had caught everyone off guard.

As a result, some of the less decisive among them were now visibly confused.

"You wanted the Chairman's seat, right? Well, I quit!" Sanderson enunciated every word. "This meeting is pointless to continue. Oh, and I do have other business to attend to. Congratulations, Jacob."d2 Jacob stood up as well.

It was rumored that Sanderson had been ill as a child, a high fever stunting his growth, leaving him at a mere 5'3". Jacob, almost 6'3", towered over him.

Rising, he looked down on Sanderson with an almost oppressive air.

Jacob's fist clenched, hammering down on the dossier before him, "The reckoning hasn't even started. Where do you think you're going?"

Sanderson ripped his facade. And Jacob, he assumed his tough-guy stance.

Sanderson's breathing quickened, "Business has its ups and downs. What's there to settle? Your father didn't chase me down for debts, so what accounts are you trying to settle with me?"

"My father trusted you, felt sorry for your past hardships, and showed leniency. But that doesn't mean The Strand Group won't seek retribution. Now that I'm in charge, and it's time to settle accounts!" Jacob's words were deliberate, cutting.

"Jacob, I've always had the company's best interests at heart. I'm not in anyone's pocket, not aligned with any faction!" One shareholder, who almost left with Sanderson, suddenly raised his hand in a pledge o loyalty and then sat back down.

That was the spark. More followed suit, taking their seats once again.

In a brief moment, only a handful of Sanderson's closest allies remained standing behind him, now feeling the sting of scrutiny.

"Mr. Sanderson, and Mr. Strand, let's not fight. We're all on the same team here. Let's talk this through," someone attempted to play the mediator.

Sanderson struggled to keep his temper in check.

"Settling accounts?" He gave a wry laugh, straightened his rumpled suit, and took his seat once more. "Fine, I'll let Jacob play the boss, then. Consider it an uncle's blessing!"

Sanderson knew all too well the current turmoil within The Strand Group. It wasn't just the executive chaos; the factory floors were a mess.

He called it a hot potato, and it was indeed a scalding mess - a mess not even Sanderson could salvage, and one Jacob shouldn't hope to save either.

Even if The Jared Group and Wayne were willing to bankroll Jacob, what of it? It was nothing but a last gasp!

Sanderson was convinced that a day would come when Jacob would plead for his help.

The greater Jacob's current glory, the more pitiful his eventual fall.

Sanderson had expected Jacob to use the meeting to publicly shame him with dubious projects from the past. But Jacob didn't. Instead, he produced a list.