NovelGoldChapter 461 Twenty-eight years ago, Fred Wentworth the patriarch of the Wentworth family- died in a plane crash. Not a trace of his body was ever found.
The tragedy struck out of nowhere. Fred was gone in an instant, leaving behind only his wife, Fiona Clarke, and their seven-year-old son, Stewart.
Fiona knew nothing about running a business, and Stewart was just a child. Overnight, the Wentworth Group lost its backbone, sending the stock market into turmoil.
Shareholders circled like vultures, ready to seize whatever they could, while the Wentworth family's distant relatives schemed and plotted, each hoping to claim the lion's share for themselves.
Back then, Fiona was a lone woman with a young son, utterly isolated.
Everyone in Northborough assumed the Wentworth Group was as good as finished-about to be carved up and devoured.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd yet, within a month or so, the chaos subsided. Against all odds, Fiona and Stewart weathered the storm and held on to the family legacy.
Rumors quickly spread throughout Northborough: Fiona must have resorted to underhanded tactics, manipulating the major shareholders and securing her place in both the company and the family.
The Wentworths' foundation was rock solid. Even without Fred, they remained the city's most formidable business empire.
Fiona hired a professional CEO to steer the Wentworth Group and put together a team of elite tutors to groom Stewart as the future heir, subjecting him to eleven years of rigorous, isolated training.
Swhispered that the CEO was Fiona's old flame.
But these stories were little more than drawing-room gossip, whispered behind closed doors-no one dared mention them openly.
After all, who could have predicted that Stewart, after years of such strict conditioning, would turn away from the family business and pursue a career in politics and law? He went abroad for two years, and during that time, the Wentworth Group faced another wave of turmoil. But that crisis ended the moment Stewart returned home.
Back in Northborough, Stewart wasted no tin cleaning house.
Not a single major shareholder escaped scrutiny. The family's distant relatives and every minor player who'd once tried to carve up the company were all exposed- illegal dealings discovered, punishments handed down, prison sentences served.
Everyone knew what this was: a ruthless purge, a warning to anyone who might think of crossing the family again.
For years after, the Wentworth Group remained rock steady-smuch so that Stewart could focus on his political and legal am without distraction. fo Four years ago, he officially took the reins.
Since then, all those old rumors about the Wentworth Group have disappeared.
No one dares bring them up anymore.
But just because people are afraid to speak doesn't mean those secrets have vanished.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFerdinand said, "Fiona's the real usurper here. My father was forced out by her. If she hadn't cared so much about power and profit, he would have abandoned his own family." That was a lot to take in all at once.
Briony found herself at a loss for words.
"I shouldn't be telling you any of this," Ferdinand went on, "but I can't stand by and watch Mabecanother Stewart." Another Stewart? "What do you mean, 'another Stewart'?" Ferdinand let out a weary sigh.
"Fiona's way of raising children is all wrong. She threw experts who molded Stewart like moldey at a team of skind of machine. She stripped away his need for love, tookped
him the very ability to ask for comfort or show weakness.
Thess Now. N S. Now, Mais in danger of going down the spath Stewart once did." Briony's eyes widened in shock. "That can't be..." Her voice trailed off abruptly.
She thought back to how much little Mahad changed lately.
From his tat that elite private school, right down to the pressure of his homework at home...
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