Those words pricked at her ears like a thousand tiny needles, each one sharper than the last. It was almost laughable, really.
During all those years she’d spent with Alexander, Danielle had never taken part in the inner workings of The Davidson Group. Still, she knew better than anyone how much he had sacrificed to keep the company afloat.
So many late nights, the light in his office burning long after midnight. So many crises, when everyone else was ready to give up, he’d step in—pulling The Davidson Group back from the edge by sheer willpower.
And now, just because the so-called “rightful heir” had returned, all those years of struggle had been reduced to a punchline. To everyone else, he’d just been “working for someone else,” a pawn who never stood a chance.
“Tsk, tsk. Didn’t see this coming.”
A familiar voice chimed in beside her.
Kirsten Delaney sauntered over, glass of juice in hand, a wicked glint of amusement in her eyes. “Your high-and-mighty ex finally knows what it’s like to be the subject of all this backroom gossip. Guess all those years he spent defending the Davidson family amounted to nothing—just paving the way for someone else to take over, huh?”
Danielle glanced at Kirsten but said nothing.
She understood better than anyone: rumors like these never sprang up out of thin air.
Nathan had barely set foot back in the country, and already tonight’s gala was swarming with whispers targeting Alexander. It was too convenient—clearly orchestrated to undermine Alexander’s standing in The Davidson Group and smooth Nathan’s path to the top.
“You think Nathan’s people are behind all this?” Kirsten lowered her voice, leaning in. “Coming in hot, huh? Looks like he’s determined to shove Alexander out the moment he’s back.”
Danielle shook her head slightly, her gaze drifting toward the far side of the ballroom.
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