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    “How did they only just find her now? What a mess.”


    “I heard she grew up in an orphanage… and now she’s married to Collin? If she ever decides she doesn’t like someone, our career could be over.”


    “Anyone remember Carol’svish birthday party four years ago? Jeffery sided with Carol back then and made Linsey suffer. She probably hasn’t forgotten.”


    “Rumor is, this share transfer is Jeffery’s way of apologizing.”


    “Well, let’s just hope she lets the past go. Right now, saving thispany should be everyone’s focus.”


    The low hum of conversation ceased abruptly as the door to the boardroom opened.


    Cruz entered with M and Linsey at his side, followed closely by Jeffery. Their arrival cast a sudden hush over the room.


    Linsey, dressed in understated elegance, drew countless eyes. Herposed aura made an immediate impression; she was no longer the orphan girl. She was poised, powerful—and visibly unshaken.


    Once seated, Cruz addressed the room. “By now, you’ve likely all heard the news. Linsey is, without a doubt, my daughter. Now that she has returned to us, it’s only right that we correct past mistakes and give her what is rightfully hers.”


    Jeffery followed, his voice measured. “Over thest four years, I’ve been unable to contribute to the firm as I should have, due to illness. Regardless of circumstance, I feel it is my duty to transfer my shares in recognition of our failure to protect Linsey.”


    Linsey sat calmly beside them, unmoved by the theatrics.


    This moment, to her, was merely ceremonial.


    The names, the legacy, the public recognition—they were all secondary. What truly mattered to her now were the resources and influence she could harness to carve her own path forward.


    The Lawson name meant little. And no amount of shares would change that.


    She had no intention of moving in with the Lawson family. This wasn’t about reconciliation. It was about reiming her power.


    A gentle smile lit up M’s face as she turned to Linsey. “On top of everything else, I’ve decided to transfer my share of thepany to Linsey as well.”


    Maintaining a gracefulposure, Linsey returned the gesture with a poised and measured smile—warm, but unmistakably formal.


    Noplications arose as the meeting progressed.


    Almost every shareholder voiced clear support for Jeffery and M’s decision to hand over their shares.


    When it came time for paperwork, the contracts were signed in record time—quick, clean, and entirely without fuss.


    “Congrattions, Linsey,” someone said, setting off a round of well-wishes.


    Praise drifted across the room. “With you joining us, the firm is sure to prosper.”


    Determining sincerity was no easy task; the line between heartfeltpliments and obligatory politeness felt especially thin today.


    Despite the official titles, Linsey remained a neer and partial shareholder, and plenty of uncertainty lingered about how fully she would be weed into the firm’s leadership in practice.


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