“Chairwoman?” Adrian’s voice cracked, disbelief and dread colliding in his mind. He looked around desperately, hoping for an explanation that would untangle this impossible reality.
I took a deep breath, the weight of my hidden life now exposed but liberating. “Adrian, RossTech was never yours. It was a gift from my grandfather with one condition: I remain the sole owner. You were the face because you were family, but you don’t own a single share.”
His jaw clenched, eyes widening as the pieces came together. Zara, standing awkwardly behind him, took a step back. Her confidence from the day before evaporated in the stark light of truth.
