Chapter 12
Cynthia didn’t pay attention to Roseanne’s words. She looked at Mason firmly. “Don’t worry, Dad. As soon as I secure my shares, I’ll handle the company affairs my way. You won’t need to concern yourself with the finances.
Mason had planned to lure Gynthia into Daniel’s bed today, so as to resolve the company’s crisis. As for the shares, he had never really intended to hand them over. What capability would a comtry girl have to manage a company! And after years of toiling away and becoming accustomed to the pinnacle of success, there was no way he’d simply hand the reins over to anyone else. He’d give Cynthia a taste of the good life and then send her back to the sticks where she came from. But Cynthia’s insistence on discussing shares today was giving him a headache. Had it not been for his reluctance to sacrifice Roseanne, he would never have allowed Cynthia back. And now she was audacious enough to harbor thoughts of owning shares.
Suppressing the fury in his heart, Mason started to play coy. “Cynthia, running a company isn’t so easy. You want it, and I’ll give it to you, as long as you’re capable.”
Cynthia raised an eyebrow, sensing the ease in his statement probably camouflaged something sinister.
True to her suspicion, Mason continued, “If you can secure the capital from Mr. Roberts, we can talk about the shares
Mason’s feigned concession scared Felicia and Roseanne. Their hearts leaped to their throats, especially Roseanne, who now regretted her initial suggestion. If only Cynthia hadn’t come back, the Larson Group could have been all hers.
Cynthia let out a sneer of contempt. So he still wants to sacrifice me
Looking up at her father, who looked like a stranger to her, Cynthia wished for a paternity test merely to confirm whether they were really blood- related. How else could a father force his own daughter into such a predicament?
Although Cynthia had long given up any expectations from her father, she still felt a twinge of sadness.
After composing herself, she said with finality. “If you’re so keen on winning over Mr. Roberts, then let Roseanne do it. Don’t even think about using
The shares mom left me do not require your approval. I’ll have the court enfor
that
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now
Finishing speaking, Cynthia stood up to leave.
Stunned at Cynthia’s defiance, Mason thought with rage. So lucky to have sent her away to the countryside–she turns out just like her mother
As Cynthia was about to step out the door, Mason’s arm was tugged by Felicia. He remembered today’s main objective. “Stop right there,” he commanded.
Then he gave a meaningful glance to the servants already on standby. The servants, particularly Selene, charged at Cynthia like hounds on command, easily restraining her arms. Soon after, Roseanne approached Cynthia with the juice. Now even a fool would realize the drink was tampered with.
Throughout the ordeal, Mason, her father, remained silent. Cynthia, her eyes red with disappointment and misery, finally said, “I truly wonder if I’m really your daughter.”
step by step, a vindictive smirk hidden from view.
“Cynthia, Dad has no choice. Consider this a sacrifice for the company, Roseanne drew closer st Today, she was determined to ruin Cynthia.