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“Nedyah!”
“Nedyah…”
Voices echoed across the boardroom as everyone named the buyer of their shares.
Quill turned to Caitlin, stunned.
“You… Caitlin, you dare kick us while we’re down?”
Everything finally clicked.
“This–this was all your plan, wasn’t it? Douglas and Carmen going down, you pretending to support the family’s separation… when really, you were the one pushing it, fanning the flames from behind the scenes! You spread the rumors, tanked our value, then swooped in and bought everyone out for pennies on the dollar. You’re nothing but a venomous snake!”
His words dripped with rage. If he’d known to guard against her earlier, maybe none of this would’ve happened.
Bang!
Caitlin slammed her palm against the table.
The room fell deathly silent.
Her gaze swept through the boardroom like an arctic wind, finally landing on Quill.
“Let’s be very clear. One thing has nothing to do with the other. Your children broke the law. That’s what triggered this chaos. I had nothing to
do with it.
“And as for the so–called ‘family separation‘—with a family this big, division was inevitable. The Yuncey Family isn’t immune to the same rules that govern empires: unity followed by division, and vice versa.
“Nedyah’s acquisition was a business decision. But leave it to you to twist it into betrayal.”
Her voice turned sharper.
“Even without me, there were plenty of companies ready to buy your shares. You think your siblings stuck by you out of loyalty? Don’t kid
yourself.
“When the ship starts sinking, everyone scrambles for the lifeboats. Your relatives sold out to protect themselves. It was the smart thing to
do.”
Her words struck home.
Quill stood frozen, chest heaving, eyes full of disbelief–but he had no argument.
Caitlin stood up, both hands on the table, towering in presence if not in height.
“Here’s the truth. You don’t hold 51% anymore. You only have your personal 20%. The Yuncey Family is no longer under your control.”
Quill’s voice cracked. “That’s impossible. Even if you got their shares–there’s no way you hold 51%!”
“Still in denial?” Caitlin turned to her assistant. “Bring the lawyers in.”
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A team entered, led by attorney Christophe. He stood tall, formal in his tailored suit, and addressed the board.
“Representing Caitlin as controlling shareholder of Nedyah Group, we now officially confirm the total holdings within the Yuncey Family Group reach 51.89%, granting Ms. Caitlin full controlling interest. Signed, sealed, and filed.”
He handed the legal documentation to Quill.
Quill grabbed the folder, scanned the contents, and his hands started to shake.
“No… no, this can’t be real…”
It was all right there. Every signature. Every date. Every stamp.
Caitlin’s chin lifted as she looked him square in the eyes.
“I trust all the shareholders here understand what that means. Which brings us to the next order of business–let’s vote on the CLHC acquisition proposal.”
“I object!” Quill roared, slamming his hand down.
“Objection overruled.”
Caitlin’s voice was calm but final.
Shareholders began raising their hands one after another.
“I vote yes.”
“Agreed.”
“Yes.”
Caitlin raised her hand as well. “I vote in favor.”
She looked back at Quill, his face now pale as chalk.
“Motion passed,” she declared.
But she wasn’t done yet.
“And since all key shareholders are present, I’d like to introduce a second motion–for immediate dismissal of Quill from all positions within the Yuncey Family Group.”
Quill snapped. “Caitlin! I’ve respected you as a younger generation. But how dare you come after me like this? I am the rightful heir! You don’t have the right to strip me of my authority!”
Caitlin’s laugh was bitter and sharp.
“Heir? Do you even hear yourself?”
She stepped out from behind the table and walked toward him.
“I’m not just some figurehead, Quill. I’m the true successor of the Yuncey legacy. Not just Fragrance & Dye Studio, but all of it.”
“You can have Fragrance & Dye Studio ! ” Quill shouted. “But the Yuncey Group was built by me and my father. This company bears our blood and sweat. I’m its legal owner! You think I’ll hand it over just because you want it?”
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“You won’t have to,” Caitlin said coolly. “Because I’m taking it back–by right.”
She stood toe–to–toe with him now, the difference in height meaningless as her presence eclipsed his.
“You don’t believe me? Then allow me to make it crystal clear.”
She lifted a hand, and James brought up a digital projection on the wall.
The massive screen lit up with a family tree.
“Look closely. This is the real Yuncey family line. Starting with the patriarch, Clayton. He had two children–Miles and Alexandra.
“Miles is your line. Timothy’s father. You, Quill, are the eldest son of the main house. Douglas, your son, is the first grandson.”
She turned, voice steady and commanding.
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“But let’s look at Alexandra. She had a daughter, Eleanor–my grandmother. Eleanor was heir to Fragrance & Dye Studio. She passed it to me.”
Caitlin paused.
“So yes, technically, your branch held inheritance rights to the Yuncey Group. But the key word is technically.”
Quill’s voice was tight with fury. “What are you implying?”
Caitlin faced him with calm steel.
“I’m saying the public genealogy you’ve all seen? The official Yuncey family records?”
She paused.
“They’re forged. Lies. Cover–ups designed to erase one inconvenient truth.”
Gasps broke out across the room.
Caitlin’s eyes didn’t waver.
“And now, let me show you what the real Yuncey bloodline looks like.”
With that, the screen shifted–revealing the bombshell that would shatter everything.
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