The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Sanderson was crushed.

After that day, it was as if he had become a different person. He became silent, all his sharp edges seemed to have dulled.

The wedding of Graham and Lenora was an affair of the century, and he was the mastermind behind it all. He inspected every single flower personally, ensuring that not even the slightest imperfection was present before it could be used.

The wedding became the talk of the town. The whole world knew of Graham's deep love and regard for Lenora, and she, in turn, basked in the glory. Already the envy of every socialite, she now became even

more so.

Graham was incredibly grateful to Sanderson.

Two months later, their father wanted Sanderson to join the company, and Graham didn't object.d2

For the next thirty years, Sanderson toiled away, seemingly pouring his heart and soul into the family business, but he never missed a chance to line his pockets.

He never thought he was in the wrong. He sincerely believed that all he received was his due!

After all, he was a scion of the Strand Group. If Graham had five billion, he too deserved the same.

He had bided his time for thirty years, thirty long years! And just when victory was in sight!!! Fate was unfair, utterly unfair!

The ashtray before Sanderson was full, and the coffee table was littered with cigarette butts.

Dawn was slowly breaking outside.

Sanderson, haggard and weary, slowly stood up from the sofa, picked up his phone with its shattered screen from the corner, and dialed his lawyer.

"I have a share transfer agreement here. Check it for me, will you? Make sure there are no traps."

He had lost. Jacob, that cunning wolf, had struck deep and true.

With ample evidence in his hands, it was easy for him to send Sanderson away.

Sanderson was feeling his age and yearned to maintain at least a sliver of dignity for himself. He had children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren who were still young.

Selling his shares and a few properties, there would be enough to ensure a decent life for the family. This was what Sanderson kept telling himself. But the bitterness of it all was extremely hard to swallow. No matter how disgruntled Sanderson was, by ten o'clock in the morning, he went to the company.

In front of Jacob, he signed the share transfer agreement.

Jacob took it, glanced at Sanderson's signature, and said coldly, "When grandpa gave you those shares, he had a huge row with grandma at home. It broke her heart. When she met grandpa, he wasn't favored in the Strand family. It was grandma who was the mastermind behind him, who wrestled control from all his relatives and secured the head position, holding onto half the shares tightly. From then on, the Strand Group became the sole domain of our family, rapidly growing from decline to become one of the leading enterprises in H Country."

His gaze, sharp as a knife, landed on Sanderson.

"To put it simply, without my grandma, you wouldn't have had such a distinguished father. She treated my grandpa so well, yet he betrayed her with other women and fathered you, a bastard child. I've always known of your resentment towards her, especially these past years when you've been trying to plant your own people in her nursing home. You know what you're after."Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Did I do something wrong?!" Sanderson's eyes were bloodshot, "Because of her, I couldn't even call my own father 'dad"!"

"You're absolutely mistaken!" retorted Jacob, his gaze was unrelenting, "In the entire Strand family, the only person you have the right to resent is your old man! If it weren't for my grandma's kindness, do you think you'd have had the carefree life to study and grow up well?"