Sweet Love 2x: Miss Ruthless CEO for our Superstar Uncle-Chapter 75: In Her Name

The morning arrived in peace.

The estate moved as it always did. Silent footsteps along polished corridors, porcelain placed at the breakfast table, doors opened and closed without sound. Nothing in the house suggested a power shift would take place before noon.

Arianne descended the stairs in a dark suit, her expression composed. Her calm demeanor established quiet authority as she crossed the foyer and joined Franz at the breakfast table, a cup of newly brewed coffee already set before her plate.

"I won’t be able to pick up the twins later," Arianne started while Franz ate in silence across from her. "I’ll need to go straight to Rochefort Group after I meet with Conway Capital."

Franz nodded. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"I’ll ask Mira to pick them up then." He paused, setting his fork down as he remembered something.

Arianne was scheduled for an overseas trip next week. There was no indication of the purpose of the trip. It was left unavailable for the entire week.

"Have you told the twins about your trip soon? I’m not sure if I should be the one to explain your sudden absence," he asked.

Arianne set her cup down after a sip.

"No, I haven’t. Thanks for reminding me, Franz. I should explain it to them, especially to Leo. It might trigger his fears again if I suddenly leave without a word."

Franz smiled. She really did care about Alex’s children.

"I might need to sleep with them to keep them company. It should assure them at least that they weren’t forgotten."

Arianne raised a brow.

"But wouldn’t it cause you trouble at the set?"

"I can ask the director to shoot my scenes first so I can leave early. I’m sure Director Yang wouldn’t mind." Franz shrugged, leaning back slightly in his chair.

Half an hour later, Gio arrived, signalling that it was time for Arianne to leave. Arianne went back to her study to pick up the documents she reviewed and marked last night, then she left with her brother.

During the ride, Arianne reviewed the restructuring draft one last time. The amendment had been adjusted, clauses repositioned, and minority consent explicitly acknowledged rather than implied. She read through the document without marking it, the tablet resting flat against her lap as the car moved steadily forward.

When they arrived at Conway Capital, an executive assistant was waiting for them near the entrance. She inclined her head and addressed Arianne not as Miss, but as Director Summers. The change was subtle, yet it carried weight.

The boardroom occupied half of the twentieth floor. Tall windows cast long shadows across the polished table. When Arianne entered, several members were already seated, tablets aligned before them. She found her Aunt Joyce and Uncle Yosef among them. Even Julian was seated at the far end of the table.

Julian inclined his head once in greeting. Arianne acknowledged him with a nod and continued forward to her assigned seat.

Conversation paused. A few pairs of eyes shifted toward her with curiosity. Her nameplate was set before one of the seats, signalling permanence without announcement. Most of them knew who she was.

They remembered the investigation. The inheritance battle. Rochefort’s recovery.

They remembered what happened to those who underestimated her.

The legal secretary stood once Arianne took her seat and began confirming attendance. Her voice was steady, neither deferential nor cold. When she reached Arianne’s name, she did not hesitate.

"Director Arianne Summers. Voting block registered."

There was no elaboration about percentages. It did not need to be spoken aloud. Everyone at the table understood what her presence meant.

The restructuring proposal appeared on the screen mounted at the front of the room. It was the same document she had reviewed in the car, with the same clauses she had made them change the day before.

The director presented the changes clearly and without any flair. He explained the new consent confirmations and the updated timeline.

The plan is to combine three subsidiaries into one. Staff with similar jobs will be reassigned, and overlapping costs will be reduced.

Arianne listened carefully.

When it was time for questions, one senior member spoke about timing, and another mentioned market pressure. Yosef spoke of transparency and long-term stability, while Joyce remained quiet, observing from her seat.

Arianne waited before speaking.

"The consent letters from the minority holders," she said. "Have they been signed without conditions?"

"Yes. The confirmations are attached in the revised appendix, Director Summers. Independent verification is also included." The presenter responded, nervously.

"And the liquidation schedule?" she continued. "No advance execution before formal consolidation?"

"No advance execution," he replied. "Everything proceeds in sequence."

She nodded once and said nothing further.

It was not the question that unsettled them. It was the restraint after the answer.

The vote was called.

Each member pressed their tablet in turn. The percentage for the motion rose gradually on the screen as support accumulated. Some opposition appeared, but it was less than before. Two members abstained.

Arianne had not cast her vote yet.

Several people looked at her before quickly averting their eyes.

Evelyn sat at the head of the table, posture straight, expression unreadable.

"Director Summers," she finally said.

Arianne cast her vote. The percentage shifted immediately, and the motion passed with a clear majority.

"For compliance," Arianne said softly, her voice steady across the table.

The meeting moved on to committee appointments, audit scheduling, and oversight reports. When she asked for clarification on a minor reporting issue, no one interrupted.

When the session ended, chairs slid back from the table, and soft conversations resumed. Julian approached her first.

"I expected some pushback," he said.

"You received revisions," she replied.

"And if it hadn’t been revised?"

"Then you would have received resistance."

He studied her face briefly, searching for strain. Not finding any, he nodded and stepped aside.

Yosef lingered beside her chair.

"You allowed it to pass," he said.

"I allowed it to proceed properly."

He gave her a look. "That’s different."

"It is."

Joyce glanced at her across the table. Relief surfaced briefly before settling back into composure.

One by one, the room emptied until only Evelyn remained seated at the head of the table. She placed her hands flat against the polished surface and looked at her granddaughter in silence.

"You opposed them yesterday," Evelyn said.

"I opposed what they left out," Arianne answered.

"And today?"

"Today, there was nothing to correct."

Evelyn’s gaze remained steady. "When you were younger, you made a choice."

Arianne did not flinch. "Back then, no one else would."

"And now?"

"Now I don’t need to force what can be changed."

Evelyn regarded her a moment longer.

"You could have stopped it again," she said. "You chose not to."

"I don’t block things to make a point," Arianne replied. "Only when I have to."

Silence lingered across the long table between them.

"The renunciation deadline passed last night," Evelyn said quietly.

"I’m aware."

"And yet you remain."

"Yes." Her vote had already answered the question.

Evelyn inclined her head once. "Very well."

Arianne gathered her documents and stood. As she reached the door, Evelyn’s voice followed her from behind.

"You are no longer a risk to this house."

Arianne paused briefly, not turning fully.

"I never was," she said, and left.

Outside the boardroom, Gio waited near the elevators, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but watchful.

"Well?" he asked once they were alone near the mirrored doors.

"It passed," she said.

"And you?"

"I voted for it."

Gio studied her for a moment longer before nodding. He did not ask more.

As the elevator descended, Arianne looked at her reflection in the mirrored panel opposite her. She caught her reflection in the mirrored panel and held it for a second longer than usual.

By the time she stepped into the car, her phone had already begun to vibrate with other obligations. Notifications flashed across the screen, each one a reminder of the various responsibilities awaiting her attention.

She adjusted her cuffs, straightened the folder in her lap, and the car pulled away from the curb.