Eleanor picked up the first stack of shareholder agreements and began reading, poring over every use and the organizational chart at the end.


    "Rx. The contract''s airtight," Ian said with a slight lift of his brow.


    She reached for a pen and started signing. There were eight documents in total, and halfway through her hand started to ache.


    Gavin, seated nearby, watched as Eleanor paused to massage her wrist. He couldn''t help but marvel-did Miss Sutton have any idea that, with just a few strokes of her pen, she was about to transform into a billionaire overnight?


    Finally, Eleanor finished signing thest agreement. Ian spoke up, "Don''t leave just yet. I''m about to call a shareholders'' meeting, and you''ll be attending as thepany''s secondrgest shareholder."


    Eleanor''s eyes widened. "Excuse me?"


    Eleanor had the distinct sense she''d just been maneuvered into something, but couldn''t quite pinpoint what.


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    Eleanor took her seat among a cluster of middle-aged executives, looking distinctly out of ce. Young, striking, and poised, she drew more than a few curious nces.


    But before long, the room''s attitude shifted. Once it was announced that she now held shares in eight of Goodwin & Co.''spanies-making her the second-rgest shareholder, outranked only byn-no one dared underestimate her.


    When Gavin finished the announcement, the shareholders were left in stunned silence. Eleanor might be young, but she now wielded a fortune of nearly a billion dors.


    So this was the elusive Mrs. Goodwin. Clearly, there was much more to her than anyone had guessed.


    Throughout the meeting, Eleanor sat with her brow furrowed. The discussion sailed past her-corporate jargon and numbers, most of which sounded like a foreignnguage. Every so often, she''d feeln''s inscrutable gaze on her.


    Once the meeting adjourned,n asked her to step into a separate lounge.


    "If you''d like, I can rmend the best managers to run thepanies for you,"n said. "You''ll be free to focus on your work in theb."


    Managingpanies wasn''t her forte, but she saw no need to ask for his help. "No, thank you," Eleanor replied tly.


    "There''s still a lot you don''t know about running a business="


    She cut him off, her tone cool. "If I need advice, there are plenty of other people I can ask."


    Eleanor didn''t want Xavier dragged into this mess. She shot her ex-husband a sidelong look. "My business is no longer your concern."


    "Xavier and I grew up together,"n replied, voice low, the implication clear- she''d do well to keep her distance from the men in his circle.


    Eleanor had no intention of continuing the conversation. She grabbed her bag and left.


    Meanwhile, outside the Goodwin & Co. building, a man in his early fifties was sitting in his car, phone pressed to his ear. He was Gina Quinn''s cousin and one of thepany''s shareholders.


    "Did you hear whatn did?" he said. "He just transferred eightpanies to his ex-wife. That''s close to a billion dors in assets!"


    "What?" Gina''s voice crackled with disbelief on the other end. "How much?"


    "Ian gave her his eight most secure investment firms. You really should have stopped him!"


    Gina was in her living room when she heard it, and the news nearly made her vision go ck. She never imagined her son would give Eleanor so much in the divorce.


    "Alright, I''m heading to the office right now. I need to see this for myself," Gina said furiously. She called for the driver to pick her up, then quickly dialed her daughter''s number.