When Chelsea entered the conference room, everyone stood up to greet her, “Ms. Bromley.”

This gesture infuriated Versta. He, the chairman, had not received such respect. Who was the real boss here?

Chelsea nodded slightly and motioned for everyone to sit.

Instead of walking towards Versta, she went to the lower end of the table. Julian moved a chair for her, and as Chelsea sat down, the directors and executives subtly shifted their attention towards her.

Everyone in the room was sharp and knew who was competent and who truly owned the Bromley Group. They just chose to stay silent about it.

“Niece, you finally arrived.”

Versta leaned on the...