Bryant Group was living on borrowed time, given his nned provocation.


    Holding no affection for the Bryant family or the Bryant Group, she found her heart filled with


    anticipation.


    “Indeed, it’s quite the surprise. I’m eager to see their reactions upon receiving this unexpected gift.”


    .


    Ownership Of The…


    In the high-rise suite that housed the Bryant Group’s leadership,


    Marina was basking in the thrill ofnding her position as CEO, oblivious to the underlying turmoil that


    bubbled beneath the surface.


    She was high on sess, relishing her victory over Marco.


    She perchedfortably in the grand leather chair reserved for the


    CEO, her phone in hand. She resumed her interrupted selfie session, a wide smile gracing her face.


    Marina adjusted her angle, making sure the prominent Bryant Group emblem featured in the frame.


    With a triumphant pose and a press of a button, she had her trophy photo. A few swipes and editster,


    she was itching to ster it on her social media, a tant disy of her achievement.


    “I am now the CEO of the Bryant Group!”


    Laura radiated an even brighter glow of pride, relishing the taste of victory. She proimed Marina’s


    sess to anyone who would listen, that her flesh and blood now controlled the Bryant Group.


    High society Ladies who had once given Laura the cold shoulder now rushed to get in her good books.


    Laura reveled in the shift of power, ignoring those who had once ignored her, basking in the sweet taste


    of revenge.


    For days on end, the mother-daughter duo reveled in their newfound status, neglecting the actual


    responsibility that came with it.


    However, this honeymoon period was short-lived.


    One day, as Marina was primping herself in the CEO’s office, the door burst open. In stomped


    Jefferson, his face contorted in rage.


    Startled, Marina’s hand jerked, almost ruining her meticulously drawn eyeliner. She shot a venomous


    look at Jefferson.


    “Respect, please.


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    You’re in the CEO’s office. Ever heard of knocking?”


    Jefferson’s scowl deepened, his temper ring.


    “Enough with the CEO act, Marina. Don’t forget, you’re in this seat because I backed you!