The Wrong Woman, The Wrong Move

Handing Over the Company

Sean seemed to realize I wasn't pulling his leg, but he was still struggling to believe it.

As Isobel shuffled closer to him, it took her a while to finally muster the courage to speak.

"But Sean is still a Carrington. So what if he's adopted? Agnes said he has every right to be involved in the family business. Don't you dare think you can just throw these documents in his face and keep everything for yourself!"

"Keep everything for myself? Now that's a new one."

Isobel sneered, "Isn't that exactly what you've been doing? It's always been the men who inherit the business. Your family only adopted Sean because they didn't have an heir, did they? He was adopted to continue your family line, so, of course, the family's fortune belongs to him.

"But now, you're refusing to hand it over. If that's not trying to take everything for yourself, then what is?"

I hadn't expected to hear this from her at first. However, it was clear that this belief that women had to rely on men was deeply ingrained in her mind.

Though Isobel was aggressive, I remained unfazed. I turned toward Sean—who I had raised tirelessly and tried my best to fulfill his every request. Not having my hopes up, I simply asked, "Sean, is that what you think as well?"

He remained silent.

But Isobel was far from done. She continued relentlessly, "Sasha, don't you try to deny it! Sean is your brother, yet you wouldn't even give him a house as a marital gift. You'd rather spend money on other men like it's nothing!

"Sean, I saw it with my own eyes that day—your sister was shopping in a luxury store with a guy, spending at least hundreds of thousands of dollars without batting an eye. At this rate, she's going to spend every last penny of the family's wealth.

"You care about her, but she clearly doesn't feel the same about you."

Isobel kept fanning the flames. Even though Sean remained silent, I could tell that he believed every single word she said. His expression darkened, doubt clouding his gaze as he stared at me.

"Sasha, is that true?"

I smirked. "Even if I did spend money, it's money I earned myself."

"But your earnings still come from the company, don't they?" Sean actually had the audacity to give me a look of dismay. "Sasha, Grandma said she trusted you to run the company for me because we're family, and she had nothing to worry about. But I guess she was wrong about you."

Hearing this, I was suddenly at a loss for words. I took a deep breath and responded, "Sean, I think I've done my part well enough all these years. I cleaned up after your messes and negotiated to settle your gambling debts. My parents established this company, and it was left in my name."

Disheartened, I pressed a hand to my aching head and continued, "But since you've asked for it so many times, I'll give it to you. Consider it my final gesture for the years we spent as siblings. I'll have the legal documents drawn up. Now, can you all leave?"

Seeing that I had finally relented, they left, satisfied. I was exhausted. It felt more draining than fighting a war.

…

Once I made up my mind, I had a lawyer start preparing the transfer documents. But since our company still had an ongoing collaboration with Yeager Group, the process was temporarily delayed.

Sean and Grandma no longer came and caused trouble again. But the peace they offered was merely a façade.

Grandma soon came back with Sean. What I didn't expect, though, was that our company dispute had even made it to the media this time.