It was no secret that Gerard had always doted on Elena—everyone knew it.
The fact that she was barred from even visiting his grave was more than a little extreme.
Feeling the uncomfortable stares of the shareholders around him, Bigail cleared his throat awkwardly and quickly diverted the subject.
"Alright, enough. Since everyone's here, let's move on to the meeting. No need to dwell on other matters."
Elena's face remained impassive as she took the seat at the head of the table.
Bigail and Dylan both looked annoyed.
"What do you think you're doing? That seat isn't meant for you," Dylan snapped.
Elena raised a brow at them, defiance clear in her eyes. "I'm the largest shareholder here. Why shouldn't I sit at the head? Maybe it's you who should be seated elsewhere."
Her so-called fat
