Chapter 111
Meanwhile, Sheryl was at home having a lively dinner party with her girlfriends, singing and dancing, unaware of the chaos erupting online. Suddenly, Henry pushed open the door and stormed in.
With a loud smack, he slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor.
In an instant, the room went dead silent, everyone holding their breath.
Sheryl’s friends, scared out of their wits, grabbed their bags and bolted.
Sheryl was left dazed by the slap, the sting on her cheek making the pain feel all too real, without a care in the world, completely...
She stared up at Henry in utter disbelief–he had always been so loving. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “Dad, why did you hit me?”
“Just look at what you’ve done!” he shouted. “You disgrace of a daughter! I thought you had potential, but now the company’s stock is tanking and you’re done for! This is all your fault! Every bit of it is because of your…”
Sheryl’s dirt just kept coming out, wave after wave, flooding every corner of the internet. No matter how hard the Winslows tried to bury the story, it kept trending at number one.
Sheryl stared at the tablet Henry had slammed onto the table. The screen was flooded with posts about her–one after another, every buried secret dug up and laid bare for the world. Her breath caught as the exposés kept coming, each more damning than the last.
“No way, no way… How could anyone know about all this? I already cleaned all this up. This can’t be happening. It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this,” she murmured.
“Dad, someone must be out to get me, trying to set me up! None of this is real, it’s not! You have to believe me, Dad,” she wept.
If there hadn’t been hard evidence for every single thing, Henry wouldn’t have believed it.
“Sheryl, effective immediately, you’re removed from all company operations. You’ll be relocated overseas–no delays.” His voice left no room for debate, each word sharp as a guillotine’s drop.
“No, please. Dad! I don’t want to go abroad!” Sheryl cried.
Just an hour ago, she was still fantasizing about taking over Hart Corporation and landing the general manager spot at the Winslow Group. Now, she was a total outcast, hated by everyone, and about to get kicked out of the country.
She couldn’t accept it.
“You don’t get a say in this. You’d better pray the scandal dies down soon,” Henry said, his voice cold and unyielding.
Lana was in the middle of reporting on the Winslow Group’s situation. Every viral headline traced back to Winifred–a calculated move, no doubt. She must have feared Hart Corporation’s most guarded secrets were on the verge of exposure.
Lana wanted to reassure her. Core secrets? At this point, Hart Corporation had moved beyond them. Some things just weren’t worth guarding anymore.
But the Winslow Group had been around for so many years–it wasn’t going to fall apart overnight.
Still, it was more than enough for Hart Corporation to use as a springboard.
“Do it,” Sienna said, her voice calm but resolute.
“Yes, Miss Enna,” Lana nodded briefly.
Winslow Group, all would be…
Sheryl still believed she could turn things around. If she could bring down Hart Corporation and hand it over to the Winslows, all would be forgiven.
So, she leaked some of Hart Corporation’s core secrets.
Within minutes, hashtags went viral: #HanCorpDebitSpiral, #CorporateVulturesCircle, #HartUnderSiege. The damning headlines dominated every trending list, painting a picture of a company in freefall.
The Winslow Group’s hostile move against Hart Corporation instantly overshadowed Sheryl’s scandals, pushing them out of the public eye.
Hart Corporation became the punchline of Wall Street, as heavyweight investors and rivals alike piled on with grim forecasts of its collapse.
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Miles frowned slightly when he read the news. He didn’t think this was something she could pull off.
Then it clicked.
A knowing smile crossed his lips.
Hart Corporation might have looked like it was on the brink of collapse, but in reality, it was just biding its time.
Then, in a stunning reversal, Sienna reemerged with groundbreaking advancements–information tech, energy solutions, semiconductor innovations, and cutting–edge AI. With nothing left to lose, she went all–in, executing three masterstrokes that completely upended the narrative. Single–handedly, Sienna rewrote the script, catapulting Hart Corporation back into the spotlight as the business world’s most talked–about comeback story.
Overnight, Sienna Hart became a seismic force in Avalore’s corporate landscape. Hart Corporation rocketed into the elite ranks of the nation’s top five conglomerates–and Sienna herself was catapulted into legend, the architect of the most audacious corporate resurrection in modern memory.
It was only then that everyone finally realized the truth–Hart Corporation had been using the Winslow Group as a stepping stone all along.
The internet erupted with Sienna’s name–until, abruptly, every mention vanished. Posts scrubbed, headlines erased, search results hollowed out in minutes. It was as if the frenzy had never happened. Yet the evidence remained: Hart Corporation now stood among the legendary top five, its ascent undeniable despite the digital purge.
The other four top family–run conglomerates, usually known for keeping a low profile, all congratulated Hart Corporation, eager to extend their goodwill and curry favor.
Ethan hadn’t expected Sienna to be this incredible. He was full of admiration for her.
Meanwhile, Nora’s phone started blowing up with calls from Wayne before she could even make it home. It was so annoying that she was on the verge of blocking him.
“Nora, is that Sienna everyone’s talking about online really her?” Wayne asked tentatively.
Nora fumed, “Seriously? You’re 33, not 31! I’ve told you ten times–ten times! Even a three–year old would get it by now!”
“A million bucks if you tell me that one more time.”
Delighted with the surprise, Nora cooed in her sweetest voice, “Dearest Wayne, Enna’s back–she’s alive! She survived that plane crash. Did you hear me this time?”
“Yeah, got it,” Wayne replied.
Nora pursued sweetly. “So, what about my million bucks?”
Wayne’s voice came back cold as ice. “Sent you a hundred through PayPal. Go check.”
Nora opened her mouth to unleash a torrent of curses, but the line went dead before a single syllable could escape.