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!”

Gwendolyn signed her name with a flourish before accepting

sight of the gold surface of the card, she shook her head

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

deep in thought, someone grabbed her wrist from the

turned around, only to be greeted by the

had her nose in the air, her expression disdainful and disapproving. Behind her were a few well-to-do ladies with shopping

putting the Centurion Card into her bag, Gwendolyn questioned indifferently,

at first, seemingly never having expected her attitude to be so

you cooked lunch? If my 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 still appear impoverished. How shameful! Hurry up and go

surprise, Gwendolyn reacted as though she had heard the biggest joke

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,