If Reign took over, their cushy positions would be threatened.
Charles's smile looked painful now, forced, so Reign decided to twist the knife just a little.
"Don't worry, Uncle Charles," she said sweetly. "I don't know anything about running a company yet. You'll definitely still be the one in charge." She tilted her head, her smile widening. "I hope you'll guide me."
Miranda paused before turning to Charles. “Yes, my daughter doesn’t know much, so you’ll need to guide her properly.”
She smiled sweetly at Reign, so much so that Reign could barely recognise the woman standing before her. That smile felt wrong on her face.
Charles, on the other hand, his expression shifted from relief, suspicion, calculation, to anger, all in the span of a second, but he quickly settled into a calm, al
