Chapter 11 - THE ASHFORD HEIR
Three years passed. The crisp autumn wind blew through the trees of the estate as I pushed my son, Leo, on the wooden swing my father had built. Leo laughed, his bright eyes full of joy, surrounded by a family that adored him fiercely. I had taken over as the Chief Financial Officer of Ashford Equity, commanding boardrooms with the same quiet strength that had once fooled a weak man. I looked at my brilliant, happy boy, safe from the toxic vanity of the Whitakers, and knew I had made the greatest trade of my life. I had lost a parasite, and in return, I had gained the entire world.
