The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 3 From Rags to Riches

“Mr. Harris said you can stay for the time being, but you must accept the management rights of Angle Corporation, a subsidiary of Harris Group in Fairlake. On top of that, the company’s profits this year must be five percent more than last year’s. He also said you can refuse, but things might end badly for Wright Construction Group if you do so.”

Upon hearing that, Gwendolyn gritted her teeth in utter frustration.

Before Declan passed away, she once promised him that she would help to look after Wright Construction Group. Thus, she couldn’t allow anything to happen to the company.

This time, Dad is clearly using my weakness against me. However, he isn’t blackmailing me into going home but is forcing me into taking over Angle Corporation. What exactly is his motive?

“Fine, I’ll do as he says!”

with a flourish before accepting the supreme Centurion Card

the sight of the gold surface of

I only had ten on me, not even enough to take a taxi. Is this then considered going from rags to riches? Because of my pact with Dad previously, my bank card and account were frozen. Additionally, I had to conceal my real identity, or it’d be a breach of contract. Maverick’s mother and sister had an affinity for the rich and climbing the social ladder, so they never showed me any respect. I wonder what their expressions would be if they were to learn that I’m actually Gwendolyn Shalders Harris, the youngest daughter of the Harris family, the wealthiest family in the country, and a megarich woman with a net worth of hundreds of millions. I still remember when a good friend of mine from the orphanage was dying, back before I regained my memories. I went on my knees and prostrated myself before

someone grabbed her wrist from the

by the sight of none

in the air, her expression disdainful and disapproving. Behind her were a few well-to-do ladies with shopping bags in hand. From the look of things, they had just

into her bag, Gwendolyn questioned

expected her attitude to be so blasé when she had previously always acted like a

precious son were to go hungry, I’d skin you alive! Also, look at the scraps you’re wearing! You’ve been married into the family for a few years now, yet you

reacted as though she had heard the biggest joke in the

the Wright family, you deliberately dismissed all the help in the mansion and forced me to quit my job to do the laundry and cook for your son, being a virtuous wife. I did all that, but were you ever satisfied? No, you merely went even further. You framed me for stealing your jewelry, thereby withholding the shares Old Mr. Wright left me. Moreover, you forced me to my knees and