The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"That's because she wouldn't dare treat me poorly!" burst out Sanderson.

Truth be told, the second time Sanderson visited the Strand estate, he encountered a woman who was a Strand.

She took an instant dislike to Sanderson. Her face twisted with disgust whenever he drew near, and one day she cornered him, her voice dripping with disdain. "Do you have any idea where your stepmother comes from?"

Sanderson stared back, clueless.

She smirked darkly. "Her family was filled with brave souls, all warriors fallen in battle. Those who stand by her side are the loyal comrades of her brother and father, each one a sharpshooter, unflinching in the face of death. Over the years, anyone who dared cross her met a grim fate. Your very existence is a source of sorrow to her. What do you think your end will be?"

Sanderson was petrified. He couldn't even sleep at night, shivering and cowering in the corner of his room.d2

His own grandmother tried to allay his fears, murmuring, "With your father here, she wouldn't dare."

Jacob snorted, "She wouldn't dare? Then why haven't you been able to set foot in the Strand home even after my grandpa passed away?"

Sanderson's face turned pale. "I won't argue these points with you. You've got your shares, and as of today, I'm resigning from Strand Corp. We shall not meet or interact from this day forth!" "That's for the best," Jacob nodded, his tone light.

Sanderson didn't bother to take anything with him. With the scrutinizing gazes of his colleagues upon him, he left the towering Strand Corp building with his head held high.

He had barely reached home when detectives came knocking.

Stunned, Sanderson blurted, "I've already settled with the company!"

"Economic crimes aren't settled with handshakes," came the grim reply.

Sanderson felt like he had been struck by lightning.

Meanwhile... Jacob stood atop the summit of B City's CBD, holding a coffee, surveying the district below.

On the day of his return, he had a call with Rosalynn.

Rosalynn's words were sharp - since he was back, he should not let those who wished to obliterate the Strand family and his parents rest easy.

He had said nothing at the time, but he planned to do more than just unsettle them - he would see them in hell, living lives worse than death.

People, he thought, always despair more deeply after a glimpse of hope is snatched away.

Sanderson had been greedy for a vast sum. Whether he would live to see freedom again was uncertain.

And as for those who played a role in this, Jacob would make sure to settle the score over time. There would be no exceptions, no one getting off scot-free.

Over the next couple of days, Jacob was a whirlwind tearing through the company, a non-stop blur of back-to-back meetings.

Jacob, the former playboy, once underestimated by the senior executives, demonstrated formidable work capabilities.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Several projects ran simultaneously, and not once did Jacob misspeak or make a mistake.

After yet another meeting, Jacob retired to his lounge for a brief respite.

When his assistant emerged, a few women from the president's office cornered him.

"Hey Mike, spill the beans, is President Strand on the market? His ex, the one he had that fiery relationship with, she's married now, right? He's moved on, hasn't he?" Michael's eyes drooped slightly. His mind replayed the scene just before he left the lounge.

Jacob, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, had picked up a bottle of perfume and spritzed it in the air before inhaling deeply.

A look of both exhaustion and contentment closed over his features.

That perfume was the same one Miss Erica had worn for over a decade.

"President Strand's one true love is Strand Corp now. You all should focus and not get distracted by idle fantasies!" Michael said curtly, then hurried off.

Jacob still had jobs for him that were yet to be completed.