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    Sansa and A vehemently opposed the idea. They had spent years maneuvering to position A as the next head of the family. The prospect of Landen, whom they had long underestimated, bing the patriarch was unthinkable to them. How could they possiblye to terms with this? Their hearts were filled with resistance


    Ferris had exposed A’s deceptions, and Riss’ team was poised to bring legal charges against her. They knew A’s chances of leading the family were dashed, yet they couldn’t bear the thought of Landen in control either. Their concern deepened because of Landen’s close rtionship with Tiffany. If Landen ascended to the patriarchal role, Tiffany’s status would be elevated, potentially putting them at risk of her retribution. Driven by these fears, Sansa and A vehemently protested. While A, restrained by security guards, could do little more than shout her objections, Sansa made a spectacle of herself without regard for how she appeared to others


    “Balthasar, you can’t seriously consider making Landen our patriarch,” Sansa pleaded. “He’s too young, too inexperienced! How can he possibly manage the Nash family? Choosing a sessor is a crucial decision. You can’t make it hastily. Just because Dr. Riss favors Landen doesn’t guarantee his future sess. It’s far too risky to hand him the reins of the entire family now.”


    Balthasar’s patience wore thin. “Enough! Rex has resigned, and you are no longer the hostess. Stay quiet during these discussions,” hemanded, his annoyance with Sansa palpable. Sansa tried to continue, but the stern look on Balthasar’s face stopped her. She parted her lips to speak but then thought better of it, remaining silent. Though Balthasar dismissed Sansa sharply, part of him acknowledged that some of her points were valid


    Landen, now the personal disciple of the esteemed Dr. Riss, brought a potential surge of vitality to the Nash family due to his mentor’s celebrity status. Recognizing Landen as the most suitable candidate to eventually lead the family seemed obvious. However, Balthasar harbored concerns about Landen’s youth. He was just 20 years old, and Balthasar questioned his readiness to manage theplex demands of arge family. After a contemtive silence, he turned his attention to his third son, Sergio Nash. “Sergio, your effective parenting of Landen demonstrates your capability. I will appoint you as the patriarch for now. Once Landen matures, he will assume the role.”


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    Sergio Nash and his wife had always maintained a low profile, steering clear of conflicts and thus often overlooked during major family discussions. Unlike Sansa’s overtly aggressive stance, they were reserved, a trait that kept them out of the spotlight. Now, with Landen’s rise, Sergio and his wife suddenly found themselves at the center of attention


    Sergio, a man of considerable acumen who had quietly resented Sansa’s domineering attitude for years, saw this as his opportunity to step forward and assume responsibility for the family. “Father, thank you for your trust. I’ll do my utmost,” Sergio responded with due respect. Hannah Nash, Sergio’s wife, added with a gentle smile, “Balthasar, please rest assured. I will support Sergio in managing our family affairs effectively.”


    Sansa, who had often belittled Hannah during her tenure as hostess, felt her status upended. With evident displeasure, she scoffed, “Balthasar, Hannah is too frail. Do you really think she can handle being a good hostess?”


    Unruffled, Hannah responded calmly, “Don’t worry, Sansa. Previously, I had no reason to assert myself. But now, with the responsibilities of the family on my shoulders, I am fullymitted to doing well.”


    Turning to the butler, she said, “Mrs. Sansa Nash has brought disgrace upon our Nash family. Please escort her to the ancestral hall for reflection. She is not to leave without my permission.”


    As the new hostess asserting her authority, Hannah watched as the butler, apanied by bodyguards, approached Sansa. “Mrs. Sansa Nash, pleasee with us.” Sansa, indignant and unyielding, retorted, “Hannah, have you forgotten how subservient you were to me? How dare you unt your authority in my presence now!”


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