She never had much of an impression of her so-called cousin—just a faint memory of a pampered child, spoiled by Winston and sent abroad, rarely seen at family gatherings.
Gwyneth’s voice remained even, betraying no emotion.
A privileged heiress, living the good life overseas, suddenly deciding to come back home? The timing was... interesting, to say the least.
“Yes, ma’am,” Stephen replied, his tone carrying a subtle note of caution.
“According to what we know, Serena’s return isn’t just a simple family visit. She asked to intern at the company, and Winston has already placed her in the marketing department.”
Gwyneth turned, the faintest hint of a cold smile curving her lips. “An internship, is it? Looks like Winston is ready to let his daughter claim a piece of the pie.”
Stephen and Ziggy exchanged a glance. Ziggy spoke, his voice steady, “Serena’s résumé is impressive—top schools, major projects, the works. But our people say she’s shrewd, quick on her feet. She’s barely been here a week and already has half the middle managers in marketing eating out of her hand. She’s no pushover.”
“No pushover?” Gwyneth let out a soft, amused laugh, her eyes sharp as glass. “Winston raised her himself. Did anyone really think she’d be simple? Quiet, calculating Winston, and now his high-profile, accomplished daughter waltzes back in... That’s a much more interesting game than Winston trying to play lone wolf.”
She returned to her desk and sat, fingers tapping lightly on the polished surface. “Keep her under close watch. Let’s see what tricks she’s planning. In the Fletcher Group, I don’t care if you’re a dragon or a tiger—you play by my rules.”
Her voice was soft, but the authority in it was undeniable. “Marketing, huh? Perfect. Let’s see just how many surprises Serena has in store for me.”
Stephen and Ziggy straightened. “Yes, ma’am!”
The office fell silent again.
Gwyneth’s gaze landed on the light cardboard box she’d brought back from Harvest Group, but her eyes seemed to see right through it—to the marketing department, to Serena, the new intern with the powerful family connections.
Beneath the calm surface, new undercurrents were already beginning to swirl.
Winston’s patience, now paired with Serena’s dramatic entrance, meant that this father-daughter duo would be the toughest internal challenge Gwyneth would face since taking over the Fletcher Group.
She picked up the phone and dialed the secretary’s office. “Notify all department heads. In thirty minutes, conference room one—our first executive meeting since I took over.”
Her voice was clear and cool, radiating the quiet strength of someone newly in charge.
The era of Gwyneth had officially begun at Fletcher Group.
And every hidden agenda and open challenge would play out on her battlefield.

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