Honey, You're a Billionaire?

The scene unfolding before Chloe was a blatant display of people desperately trying to curry favor with Rose.

"I have an objection!" she nearly shouted.

The previously orderly introductions in the conference room came to an abrupt halt with Chloe's outburst, and for a moment, the room fell silent. However, almost instantly, the introductions resumed one after another as if the interruption had never occurred.

Chloe couldn't believe they were actually ignoring her. After all, she was the sole second-generation member of the Young family left.

"How dare they act as though I'm invisible? This is outrageous!" she thought.

Determined to regain control of the situation, Chloe raised her voice even louder. "I said I have an objection! Didn't you hear me?"

Still, the introductions continued without interruption, as though no one had heard her.

"Stop! I said stop it! Everyone, stop right now!" Chloe's voice took on a desperate edge as she gritted her teeth.

Just then, the door to the conference room swung open. The person entering seemed to be in a hurry, pushing the door with more force than intended, causing a loud bang.

The sudden noise caught everyone's attention, and the introductions finally came to a halt.

For a fleeting moment, Chloe believed that her protests had finally managed to break through the chaos. Her gaze remained fixed on the scene before her, not noticing that everyone else had already turned their attention toward the entrance. Gabriel stood in the doorway, momentarily frozen as he took in the scene.

Although he wasn't involved in managing Young Group, he recognized many of the key figures present, including his grandfather's old friends-Irvin, Campbell, and Luka. But what caught his attention the most was Rose, who was seated in the most prominent position.

He had already heard about the rumors circulating in Regalia that day, and now it was clear that the conference room discussion was about something significant. There, amidst it all, was his mother, Chloe.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

His face tightened with unease as he quickly made his way toward Chloe.

Meanwhile, the woman in question remained oblivious to Gabriel's arrival. Before he could call out to her, Miles' voice echoed across the room.

"Aunt Chloe, I'm only addressing you respectfully because you're Grandpa's adopted daughter. I'm willing to overlook the disturbance you caused just now, but you'd better stop testing my patience. "Otherwise, we'll have to discuss the numerous Young family assets under your management that have quietly transitioned to the Yones name."

Chloe bristled at the word "disturbance", but her face paled as she understood the implications of Miles' words. Panic surged within her as she met his gaze.

"All those covert actions I took over the years to transfer assets, things even Oliver never noticed-has Miles uncovered it all?" she mused.

"Miles, you..." she began.

She thought maybe he was bluffing. Perhaps he knew but didn't have evidence. However, a hand seized her wrist before she could finish her sentence, and she spun around to see Gabriel. Confused, she asked, "What are you doing here?"

Gabriel didn't bother explaining how he ended up in the conference room. Instead, he urgently whispered, "Mom, something's happened..."

Not wanting to air their issues publicly, he leaned closer to Chloe's ear and spoke softly enough that no one else could hear. Nevertheless, his words visibly shook Chloe, turning her face deathly pale. Without waiting for Gabriel to finish, Chloe stormed out of the conference room, seething with rage. Silence hung heavy in her wake.

Gabriel shot a disapproving glance at Miles, initially furious at how harshly Miles had handled things. However, his heart wavered when he caught Rose's gentle and kind smile.

He paused for a moment, then gave Rose a slightly awkward nod before quickly turning and leaving the conference room.

Irvin was the first to break the silence in the room. "Ha ha ha! Oliver must finally be at peace now. Rosie, if you ever need anything, just say the word.

"We're a few years younger than your grandfather and still in good shape. We've got a few more years left in us, so don't hesitate to ask for help."

Luka nodded. "That's right. You're Oliver's cherished granddaughter. With you at the helm, Young Group will be in capable hands."

Campbell added, "Rosie, our doors are always open even if you don't need anything. We're retired now and have plenty of time on our hands. It'd be nice to chat with you whenever you're free." The three men shared a hearty laugh, and Rose couldn't help but feel grateful for their support.

Standing up, she bowed respectfully to each of them. "Thank you, Mr. Yardley, Mr. Langster, Mr. Cox. I promise to come and bother you as often as I can."

"Ha ha ha... Please do! We look forward to it!"

Their laughter echoed throughout the conference room, even reaching beyond its doors.

Outside, Harriette had been eagerly listening for signs of commotion, hoping that Chloe would create a scene significant enough to strip Rose of her inheritance rights.

However, the soundproof walls left her waiting in uncertainty. Finally, she witnessed Chloe emerge with a grim expression, hurrying away as if rushing to extinguish a house fire.

Chloe's expression clearly did not

look like someone who had gained the upper hand. Shortly after, Gabriel followed her out, and the door to the conference room opened a crack, allowing the laughter of the elderly men to seep out.

A while later, the three older gentlemen emerged.

Having diligently researched the Young Group, Harriette recognized these influential figures. Although, the three no longer held official

company positions, they still net

welded

considerable power within its affairs.

She wondered when they had arrived and what had occurred in the conference room. She couldn't deduce the situation, but the cheerful expressions on their faces hinted that things might not be favorable. Just then, a secretary from Miles' office approached her. "Ms. Harriette, your presence is requested in the conference room."

Harriette's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure. "I'll be right there."

This was her chance to find out what had transpired in the conference room.

Pushing open the door, she was startled by the number of people inside. Just like Chloe before her, she couldn't help but wonder when they had arrived.

Before she could ponder further, Miles' voice broke through her thoughts. "Etta, please take a seat."

"Okay." Harriette conjured her trademark smile with effortless grace, seamlessly transitioning into her well-practiced role. "Miles, I saw Aunt Chloe leaving in a huff earlier. Did something happen?" Rather than addressing her concern, Miles simply smiled and explained, "The heads of Young Group's various subsidiaries have been informed of Grandpa's will.

"Since you were already aware of the

details yesterday, your presence

wasn't necessary earlier. However

now that Rosie is formally taking

over Young Group, I thought it's appropriate for everyone to gather."

"So, Rose is officially taking the reins of Young Group! It appeared that Chloe's outburst had been futile after all. How useless!" Harriette mused.

Though she secretly mocked Chloe in her mind, her face maintained a warm and supportive smile. "Congratulations, Rosie! Don't worry. We'll all be here to help you!"