As everyone watched Roldan and Abby being led away by the police, an eerie hush fell over the conference room.
The directors who had just raised their hands to vote in support of Roldan seconds before now wore ashen, panicked faces, all scrambling to avoid meeting my gaze.
My aunt strode over to me with sharp, purposeful steps, and gently pushed the leather chair at the head of the table toward me.
"Back where it belongs," her voice was quiet, but it carried clearly across every corner of the room, "The Ashton Group will always belong to the Ashton family."
I didn't turn down the gesture. I sat down steadily in the seat that had been mine all along.
My gaze drifted slowly over every face in the room, the so-called "uncles" and senior executives who had scrambled to defect to Roldan th
