Vanessa Tyler glared at Jennifer Sullivan, her eyes burning with resentment. She couldn’t believe that the company she had worked so hard to manage would soon fall into Jennifer’s hands. Quentin Tyler, that fool, wouldn’t be able to run anything, leaving Jennifer as the one in charge. **In Vanessa’s mind, this was Jennifer’s plan all along—marry a simpleton, gain control of the Tyler family's wealth, and secure her place at the top.**
With a scowl, Vanessa grabbed the pen and signed her name on the documents Frank Mitchell laid out in front of her. “Happy now, you loyal dog?” she spat, her voice dripping with venom.
Frank Mitchell remained composed, ignoring her insult as he turned to the legal advisor beside him. “Are the signatures all in order?” he asked calmly.
The legal advisor nod
