Chapter 260:

A complex corporate structure chart appeared in high definition.

At the very top of the pyramid, above the Board of Directors, above the CEO, sat a single name in bold, gold letters.

AURORA VANCE

Equity: 51%

Below the chart, a live ticker showed the current value of her shares. The numbers were staggering. It was enough to buy the Kensington Manor three times over.

Vivian, who had been listening from the hallway, limped back into the doorway. She stared at the screen. Her face went from pale to a sickly shade of grey. Her knees buckled. She grabbed the doorframe to stay upright.

Her “charity” was pennies. Her allowance was dust. Aurora was a titan.

Madam Halloway put her teacup down. She looked at the screen, then at Aurora. A slow, appreciative smile spread across her face.

“Well played,” Madam Halloway whispered.

Aurora took the fountain pen from Victor. She uncapped it, the motion crisp and decisive. She signed her name on the paper document—a sharp, angular signature that looked like a blade cutting across the page.

“Done,” Aurora said, capping the pen with a snap and handing the folder back. “Now, get out. You’re ruining the Feng Shui.”

Victor bowed again. “Yes, Boss. I’ll have the car waiting.”

He turned on his heel and marched out, leaving a wake of stunned silence behind him.

Eleanor was hyperventilating. She looked at Aurora as if she had suddenly grown horns.

“You…” Eleanor wheezed. “You own the company… you control everything?”

Aurora stood up. She smoothed her skirt, her movements calm and precise.

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬.𝐜𝐨𝐦

“I own a lot of things, Aunt Eleanor,” Aurora said softly. “And unlike you, I earned every single one of them.”

She turned to Sawyer and Madam Halloway. “I apologize for the interruption. Business never sleeps.”

Sawyer looked at her, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and intimidation. “I think I need a stronger drink than tea.”

The silence that followed Victor King’s departure was fragile, like thin ice over a deep, dark lake. It shattered a second later.

CRASH.

The sound of porcelain exploding against the hardwood floor echoed through the room like a gunshot.

Vivian screamed. It was a primal, ugly sound of pure rage. She had gripped her cane with her good right hand and swung it violently across the console table, sending a priceless Ming vase flying.

“It’s not fair!” Vivian shrieked, her chest heaving as she leaned on the cane she had just used as a weapon. “She has everything! Why does she have everything?!”

Shards of blue and white pottery scattered across the Persian rug. The vase lay in ruins, a thousand pieces of history destroyed in a tantrum.

Madam Halloway stood up immediately. Her face was cold, her expression one of utter distaste.

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