Anastasia’s stance made it clear—she wasn’t here for a friendly visit. The CEO, Regan, fixed her with a hard stare. “And who exactly are you?”
Anastasia’s gaze swept over Lauren first, then settled squarely on Regan. She seemed to size him up, as if dredging up memories from the past. After a brief pause, she spoke—her words precise and unflinching, revealing everything about Regan’s identity and history.
“Regan. Male. Fifty-three. In 20XX, you caught the attention of Cecilia, Unison Pharma’s founder. She broke protocol for you—rescued you from unemployment, when you’d just been laid off and were practically starving, and made you part of her management team.”
She didn’t stop there. “When my mother was dying, she appointed you as CEO, to oversee the company until her daughter—me—came of age. At that point, you were to hand everything back to me.”
Anastasia’s lips curled into a half-smile, her eyes sharp and cold as they bore into him.
“Mr. Frost, did you forget what my mother told you before she passed? You don’t even recognize me now?”
Her voice rang out, clear and unwavering. “Who am I? I’m Anastasia. Cecilia’s daughter. The rightful heir to this company.”
Cecilia’s daughter?!
Regan’s face drained of color, shock written across every line. What was Anastasia doing here? Wasn’t she supposed to be a washed-up nobody, ruined by the Sterling family?
He’d kept tabs on her before, but he’d only ever seen those outrageous, punkish photos online. He hadn’t recognized her in person at all. Now, here she was, standing in front of him—he was completely caught off guard.
Regan instinctively glanced over at Lauren.
The moment Anastasia finished speaking, the entire auditorium erupted in whispers and gasps.
“What did she just say? She’s the chairman’s daughter?!”
“If she’s Cecilia’s daughter, then who’s Ms. Lauren Brennan?”


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