Some admired her looks, while others tried to discern what special quality she possessed to have captured the formidable Harrison Lancaster. Anastasia remained poised under their scrutiny, an elegance that earned silent nods of approval from the elders.
At her table, Stella was multitasking frantically, trying to eavesdrop on the main table’s conversation while managing her rowdy younger siblings.
At first, the conversation at Anastasia’s table was peaceful. But shortly after they picked up their forks, the tension broke.
“Dad, I heard Harrison went with you to the office this afternoon,” Barry began, addressing the patriarch. “Isn’t Harrison unwell? Shouldn’t he be resting at home instead of running off to the company? And you, at your age, shouldn’t be tiring yourself out. Dr. Calvin specifically said you need to avoid exertion.”
“He’s right,” Victor chimed in immediately. “The company is in good hands with us. You shouldn’t have to worry. Why wear yourself out like that?”
He then turned to Harrison, his expression a mixture of pity and mock concern. “Harrison, don’t take this the wrong way. In the past, it would have been different, but with your current health… who knows when… well, the point is, you should learn to let go.”
The implication was clear: a dying man had no business worrying about the family empire. He should give it up.
Hearing his son’s insolent words, the patriarch’s face darkened.
“Victor!”
Their ambitions stirred. Barry, in particular, harbored a grudge against Harrison and Anastasia for ruining his illegitimate son’s family and was eager to see Harrison fall.
Anastasia had heard enough. She smiled, a cool edge to her voice. “Uncle Barry and Uncle Victor are right. If my husband can no longer manage things, the family will certainly need a new leader to take his place. The future of the company must be secured, after all.”
Her unexpected interjection drew everyone’s attention. It was unheard of for someone from the younger generation to speak up in these matters, and her audacity surprised them.
Hearing her words, Victor felt a flicker of satisfaction. *The little girl is smarter than she looks,* he thought. *She must be trying to curry favor with us, knowing she’ll be left without support when Harrison dies.*

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