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 with thirty billion in

of the card,

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 my mother-in-law, begging her to lend me some money. She arrogantly whipped out a platinum card, but she didn’t give it to me. Instead, she boasted, “Guess how much money is in here. A million. You’ve never seen so much money in your life, huh? But I’d rather use it to buy dog food than lend you a single cent! Do you know why? Because that destitute friend of yours is even lowlier than a dog, in my eyes.” At that time, I merely balled my hands into fists as a flash of derision flittered across my

in thought, someone

turned around, only to be greeted by the sight of none other than her mother-in-law, Frida

air, her expression disdainful and disapproving. Behind her were a few well-to-do ladies with shopping bags in hand. From

putting the Centurion Card into her bag, Gwendolyn questioned indifferently, “Is something the

be so blasé when she

you alive! Also, look at the scraps you’re wearing! You’ve been married into the family for a few years now, yet you

surprise, Gwendolyn reacted as though she had heard the

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.