Grandma Sullivan didn’t even spare Harry another glance. Instead, she turned to Charlotte, her tone softening as a smile touched her lips.“Charlotte, I’m not against you holding 51% of Elysian Bloom’s shares. You’re my granddaughter, after all,” she said warmly. “But let’s get one thing straight. Once the contract is signed, you’d better lock down that deal with Rhine Corporation immediately. No more of your little mood swings, understood?”Charlotte nodded firmly without a trace of hesitation.Grandma Sullivan took the pen from Logan, but not before pausing to give him another look—calm on the surface, but laced with caution and a calculating sharpness, as if still trying to figure out just what kind of man her granddaughter had married.“You’re sharper than you look.”“Thank you for the compliment, Grandma,” Logan said with a smile.“Hmph.”With a dismissive snort, Grandma Sullivan said nothing more.She signed her name with a firm stroke, then rose from her seat, ready to leave.

The phone dimmed in his hand. His eyes drifted to a photo on the wall. A much younger Charlotte, standing with her grandfather in front of Elysian Bloom’s first office. And beside it, a framed photo of him, holding his daughter—the last photo before she slipped into an irreversible coma.This project, this move—it wasn’t just about revenge or power. It was about protecting his beloved ones and giving them what they deserved.Exactly thirty minutes later…Charlotte came down the stairs, dressed neatly and looking composed.And just then, her phone rang. She scrambled to pick it up.“Ms. Sullivan,” came the smooth, professional voice of Claudia Rennard. “Our CEO has officially approved the cooperation. You’re welcome to come to the office anytime you’re convenient.”Charlotte exhaled slowly, a smile breaking across her face. “Thank you so much, Ms Rennard. I’ll come over immediately to finalize the paperwork.”After ending the call, she turned to Logan, her eyes sparkling. “They

Early the next morning, the Sullivan mansion pulsed with restless energy.From the worn edges of its once-opulent Persian rugs to the vaulted ceilings that echoed with the shuffle of designer shoes, the grand dining hall was buzzing. Carriages and black luxury sedans lined the gravel courtyard, spilling out members of the Sullivan family’s three main branches—wives adorned in pearls, children in pressed suits, and advisors clutching briefcases. Naturally, Logan and Charlotte arrived with John and Barbara. As usual, Logan's presence was met with restrained grimaces and side-glances, but he walked tall, ignoring every one of them.Grandma Sullivan stood at the hearth, eyes unusually bright and cheeks flushed. Her trembling hands gripped the carved mantle as she cleared her throat.“Thank you all for being here,” she began, eyes sweeping the room like a hawk. “Rhine Group is investing ten billion dollars into a new luxury development: a digital medical tech hub, a premium mall, and

Heads snapped to Logan.Gasps spread. This “good-for-nothing son-in-law,” had dared oppose Carter—at their own table.Seeing this, Mason stood and stormed toward Logan. “Charlotte’s toy handbag thinks he’s family enough to open his mouth! Logan, you useless leech—shouldn’t you be grateful we even let you sit at the table at all?” He sneered.“Yet, you have the audacity to speak up? You live off her—don't you? How shameless!”A ripple of laughter and scoffs surged around the room:“Who asked the nobody to speak?”“Get out of our house!”“Trash like him should leave!”Charlotte’s face tightened with anger."Logan didn’t flinch. He turned to Mason, eyes cold and unblinking." “I’m not a handbag. I’m her husband—and I’m here to protect and support her. And that’s exactly what I’ll continue doing.”Just then, the scoffs continued from different members of the Sullivan family.“He thinks he’s some hero?”"Charlotte's body guard!"“He’s so delusional!”But Logan didn’t back down. Instead h

Now, within the Sullivan family, each branch had sent their brightest minds to draft sleek, professional proposals. Mason, the first son of Carter—Grandma Sullivan’s second son—was no exception. He polished every page of their proposal with calculated intensity, determined not to lose to Charlotte of all people.That morning, Mason and his fiancée Helen pulled up in a sleek electric-blue Mercedes AMG GT. The engine purred as it came to a halt at the grand entrance of Rhine Corporation’s headquarters.As they stepped out, Helen smoothed her white pencil skirt and adjusted her silk blouse with a designer clutch in hand while Mason straightened his navy blazer, holding the thick proposal file like it was a golden ticket.Then almost suddenly Helen's eyes narrowed and she froze.“Hey Mason, look over there,” she said with a smirk, her polished finger aimed at the entrance. “Your family’s favorite deadweight son-in-law.”Mason followed her gaze—and his lips curled in disdain. Logan?He