During his half-year stay in Marina City, Herbert received updates about Starla almost every single day.
Even though he wasn't in Maxlandia, it felt as though he were watching her step-by-step takeover of the Hoggart Group with his own eyes.
Back when she was still fighting the Yelchin family, he already knew she was resourceful—she had secretly managed companies they knew nothing about.
But even he hadn't expected her to seize control of a massive empire like the Hoggart Group so effortlessly.
In the beginning, some of the old guard on the board had refused to submit to her.
Herbert had been sick with worry, assuming Elmer Hoggart would have to step in and save her.
But Elmer never had to lift a finger. Starla handled the opposition flawlessly.
Now, watching her latest press coverage...
Herbert's eyes were filled with absolute adoration.
When Rudolf walked into the office, he found Herbert staring at the TV again. Ever since Starla took the reins six months ago, she had completely discarded Yardley's secretive approach. She made frequent public appearances and accepted high-profile interviews.
Herbert survived on these breadcrumbs, using them to piece together how she was doing.
"Sir," Rudolf interrupted gently.
"What is it?" Herbert asked, his tone notably lighter. Seeing Starla thrive always put him in a good mood.
Six months ago, when she was struggling with the corporate transition, he had practically radiated lethal tension.
"Mrs. Lynn is here. She insists on seeing you," Rudolf reported.
Herbert's face instantly darkened.
To be perfectly honest, he despised the Lynn family. In his eyes, they were no better than the Yelchins.
Then again... he supposed he wasn't much better than any of them.
"Send her in," he said coldly, clicking off the TV.


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