Chapter 4

I didn't stay on the line to listen to him smash whatever glass was nearby.

Not even ten minutes after I hung up, Chloe’s voice came from behind me.

"Sienna, he’s arrived at the office."

"He brought his own security detail and forced his way into the top-floor boardroom."

"He's calling an emergency meeting with all the directors."

I took a slow sip of my red wine.

"Let him make a scene."

"The directors… they seem a bit shaken," Chloe added, a hint of worry in her voice.

I set my wine glass down and stood up, smoothing out my dress.

"Then let’s go see how he plans to perform his final act."

I pushed open the heavy double doors of the penthouse boardroom.

Julian was sitting at the head of the long mahogany table, his eyes bloodshot.

The moment he saw me, he slammed his hands down and stood up.

"Sienna! You finally decided to show up!"

I glanced around the room. The directors who used to bow and scrape to him were now staring at the table, quiet as statues.

"This is my company. Why wouldn't I show up?"

I walked straight to the opposite end of the table, pulled out the chair directly facing him, and sat down.

"You—" He choked on his words, momentarily speechless.

"This company's name is Hayes!" He slammed the table again, roaring at the board members. "Are you all mute?! Tell her! Tell her who the real owner of this place is!"

No one answered.

Julian’s face flushed from red to a dark, angry purple.

"Fine. Great. Incredible." He pointed a trembling finger at me, then at the silent directors. "Sienna, you think you can just buy off a few old men and freeze me out?"

"Lest you forget, this empire was built by my father!"

"I am his only son! I am the sole heir of the Hayes Group!"

He screamed, his voice cracking with desperation.

I chuckled.

"Julian, do you honestly think your father would leave an empire of this scale entirely to a spoiled, incompetent trust-fund baby like you?"

His pupils dilated.

"What did you just say?"

I didn't look at him. Instead, my gaze drifted to the wall behind his seat.

Hanging there was a large portrait of Arthur Hayes.

"You seem to have forgotten," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Before your father passed, he left one final document."

In that instant, Julian’s face turned paper-white.

"How… how do you know about that?"

I gave Chloe a quick nod.

She understood immediately and tapped on her tablet, projecting a document onto the massive screen behind me.

It was titled: *The Trust Addendum*.

"No… that’s impossible…" Julian muttered, taking a staggered step backward. "I read the will. There was no such thing…"

"The version you read was the public draft," I said, my cold gaze locking onto his face.

"But this one… this is the private addendum your father left specifically for me."

On the screen, the bolded text was highlighted in sharp red.

*“All shares of the Hayes Group under my name shall be inherited by my son, Julian Hayes, subject to one sole condition: his marriage to Sienna Vance remains intact, and Julian Hayes commits no acts of infidelity.”*

*“Should this condition be breached, the power of execution shall belong solely to Sienna Vance.”*

*“Upon her execution of this clause, Julian Hayes shall immediately, unconditionally, and permanently forfeit all Hayes Group shares to Sienna Vance.”*

A collective gasp echoed through the boardroom.

Julian swayed on his feet, forcing himself to grip the edge of the table to keep from collapsing.

"Fake… this has to be a forgery!"

"Sienna, you calculating bitch! You forged my father's will!"

I stood up and slowly walked toward him.

"A forgery?"

I let out a soft laugh.

"Julian, have you forgotten?"

"During your father's final days, who was the one feeding him his medicine, spoonful by spoonful? Who was the one staying up night after night by his bedside?"

I watched the last drop of color drain from his face, thoroughly satisfied.

"It wasn't you, Julian."

"It wasn't the 'loving son' who almost missed his own father's funeral because he was too busy vacationing with another woman."