Chapter 236

Chapter 236

The question caught Eleanor completely off guard. A look of shame and embarrassment crossed her face, and she seemed unable to answer.

Because she had absolutely no idea how to run a company — she couldn't even read the documents. The very idea was laughable.

Eleanor still tried to argue her way out of it. "Of course I can. I inherited my parents' good genes — I know I can do it!"

I never expected Eleanor to say something so shameless. It made me burst out laughing.

"Ha, Eleanor, this is the first time I've laughed since Chase died."

Eleanor's lips trembled with rage. She couldn't get a single word out. She clenched her fists so tight her nails were almost digging into her palms, her whole body shaking.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Forget the will for a second — you? The board would never agree to let you take over. And besides, there won't even be a board much longer. I'm going to get rid of every last one of those useless Cavendish relatives."

Eleanor's face twisted into something almost ugly. She started losing it. "You're nothing but a little bitch! You're the one who's crazy! Don't worry about whether the board agrees to let me take over! This company belongs to my family! It has nothing to do with you! Don't even think about taking it!"

Seeing that Eleanor was still acting this way, I couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on her. Just then, Aiden's former secretary, Cindy, walked in.

When she saw me, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes.

"Ms. Cavendish?"

"Don't call me Ms. Cavendish. I have nothing to do with the Cavendish family anymore. But right now, I'm the company's largest shareholder, and Chase's will clearly states that he left the company to me. So I'm now the president of the Cavendish Group — and the name is changing in the next few days."

Cindy looked stunned, clearly unsure how to react.

Eleanor flew into a rage. "Don't listen to her nonsense! I'm Aiden's daughter! This company is mine! There's no way the name is changing! Cindy, go get security to throw this person out right now!"

Even if Cindy didn't know all the facts, there was no way she'd take orders from a girl like Eleanor — someone whose reputation was already in tatters with scandals flying everywhere.

I calmly reached into my bag, pulled out a copy of the documents, and handed them to Cindy.

"See for yourself."

Cindy took the documents and flipped through them. Her expression shifted from shock to something more serious. Then she handed them back to me with a respectful nod.

"Mr. Sinclair."

The moment Eleanor heard Cindy call me Mr. Sinclair, she snapped. "Cindy! What are you saying?! Watch yourself, or I'll have you fired!"

I gave Eleanor a cold look. She visibly paused, but her mouth kept going.

She forced herself to sound calm. "I… I'm the top boss here. I'm Mr. Cavendish's own daughter!"

Cindy's tone was steady. "I've reviewed the documents. They clearly state that Miss Charlotte is the current heir to the company and holds the largest share of stock."

"Bullshit! What do those documents prove? Whoever is Aiden's daughter is the rightful heir! And Aiden isn't even dead yet!"

Cindy answered matter-of-factly. "The company's original legal representative was Chase, and he also held the largest share of stock. At some point, Mr. Cavendish sold off all his and Mrs. Cavendish's shares, and the documents show that Miss Charlotte was the buyer."

Seeing that Eleanor was about to go off again, I said calmly, "Cindy, you don't need to explain anything to Eleanor. She's too dim to understand any of this — you'd just be wasting your breath."

My words hit a nerve. Eleanor exploded. "What the hell did you just say?! Who can't understand?!"

"If you understood, why are you still going on like this?"

I turned back to Cindy. "I'll give you two options. You can resign, and I'll give you a severance package. Or you can stay and keep working here — I'll double your salary. I've looked into your work, and you're good at what you do. You haven't picked up any of Aiden's bad habits."

Cindy hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "I'll stay."

"Good. Then call a full meeting — all the directors and department heads. I need to clear out some pests."

"Yes." Cindy left to get things ready.

At that moment, Eleanor stood there, drowning in shock, humiliation, and resentment. The look she gave me was full of tangled emotions.

There was the fury of someone who'd been completely embarrassed, and a hatred that looked like she wanted to tear me apart.

Too bad the only thing she could do right now was lose her mind.

And that was exactly what I wanted.

At the board meeting, I sat at the head of the table — completely at ease, with a calm and commanding presence. I tapped my fingers steadily on the table and slowly scanned the room.

Some people were whispering to each other. Some looked at me with open doubt. Some were already saying rude things directly to my face.

For now, I stayed quiet.

I wanted to see what these people were really made of.

As I kept silent and just watched them with sharp, steady eyes, the chatter gradually died down until the room was completely still.

I gave Cindy a look. She understood immediately and picked up a stack of papers, handing one to each person.

Before the meeting, I'd had Cindy make plenty of copies of the will and the stock transfer documents. I wanted the facts to speak for themselves rather than just talking. That said, with the Cavendish family relatives in the room, there were still some things that needed to be said out loud.

The reactions around the room were all over the place — shock, confusion. Some people exchanged glances. Others were busy trying to figure out if the documents were real.

I watched all of it in silence.

Two minutes later, I spoke — relaxed in my seat but with a weight behind every word. "You've all seen the documents. I'll keep it simple: I'm now the president of the Cavendish Group. If anyone has a problem with that, say so."

Someone bold enough spoke up right away. "Are you sure that will is real? Or did you somehow manipulate Chase into leaving everything to you?"

I knew this was coming. I answered lazily, "If that's your concern, you're welcome to go to the police. Wouldn't it be better to let them give you a fair and impartial answer?"

That shut him up completely. He had nothing left to say.

Then someone else spoke. "You're the one who put Aiden and Victoria in prison. How can you live with yourself? You were family, after all."

I looked up slowly, my eyes cold and unreadable.

"Let's be clear — did I put them in prison, or did they break the law themselves?"

"And Chase wrote that will with his own hand and left everything to me. Why wouldn't I be at peace with that? As for being family — do family do the kinds of terrible things they did? Does yours?"