Chapter 4: The First Crack in His Empire
Julian Croft arrived at Croft Holdings the next morning with the same confidence he carried into every board meeting. His tailored charcoal suit was immaculate, his cufflinks gleamed beneath the conference room lights, and the directors immediately rose to greet him. To everyone around the table, he was a self-made billionaire whose instincts never failed. The incident with Evelyn the previous night had already faded from his mind. As far as he was concerned, his wife had learned her lesson. Forty million dollars was more than enough to buy silence.
He took his seat at the head of the table and glanced at the day's agenda.
"Let's move quickly," he said. "I have dinner plans with Cassandra tonight."
A few executives exchanged uneasy glances but remained silent.
The chief financial officer cleared his throat.
"Mr. Croft, before we begin, there's an issue regarding the Harbor International acquisition."
Julian didn't even look up from his tablet.
"What issue?"
"Our lead investment consortium has requested a temporary suspension."
Julian frowned.
"They've been negotiating for six months."
"I know, sir."
"So tell them to stop wasting my time."
The executive hesitated.
"They refused to explain the reason."
Julian waved a dismissive hand.
"They'll come back. Everyone wants this deal."
Before another word could be spoken, the conference room doors burst open.
His executive assistant hurried inside, breathing heavily.
"Mr. Croft... we have another problem."
Julian's expression darkened.
"I specifically ordered no interruptions."
"I'm sorry, sir, but three international banks have frozen today's credit approvals."
The room fell silent.
Julian slowly lowered his tablet.
"What did you say?"
"The approvals were scheduled for nine o'clock this morning."
"And?"
"They've all been postponed indefinitely."
Julian let out a cold laugh.
"Coincidences happen."
Another executive spoke up.
"Our Singapore partners also canceled tomorrow's signing ceremony."
"And the Zurich investment fund has requested a complete review of our financial structure," someone else added.
One after another, bad news flooded the room.
A shipping contract worth nearly two hundred million dollars had suddenly been delayed.
A pharmaceutical partnership requested additional compliance reviews.
An overseas lender refused to release previously approved capital.
Within ten minutes, every major expansion project Croft Holdings had planned for the quarter was hanging by a thread.
Julian finally stood.
His voice remained calm, but those who knew him recognized the dangerous edge beneath it.
"Find out who's behind this."
The assistant swallowed nervously.
"We've already started investigating."
"Good."
"There is... one unusual discovery."
Julian folded his arms.
"Speak."
The assistant placed a folder on the table with trembling hands.
"Our financial analysts traced the institutions withdrawing support."
Julian opened the file.
At first, the names meant nothing.
Different investment groups.
Different banks.
Different private equity firms.
Completely unrelated.
Or so they appeared.
His assistant pointed to a chart hidden near the back of the report.
"They all connect to one parent investment network."
Julian narrowed his eyes.
"What network?"
"Ashford Capital."
The name sounded strangely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
"So?"
The assistant hesitated.
"We contacted our New York office."
"And?"
"They confirmed that someone resumed direct control of Ashford Global at six-thirty this morning."
Several directors looked at one another in confusion.
Ashford Global rarely appeared in public. The company was famous for operating through layers of subsidiaries and private investment firms. Very few people had ever met the family behind it.
Julian shrugged dismissively.
"What does that have to do with us?"
No one answered immediately.
Finally, the assistant forced himself to continue.
"The board in New York confirmed that the sole heiress has returned."
Julian leaned back in his chair.
"The sole heiress?"
"Yes, sir."
"They refused to reveal her identity."
The room fell into complete silence.
For reasons he couldn't explain, Julian felt an unfamiliar chill crawl down his spine.
Across the country, on the top floor of Ashford Global's headquarters in Manhattan, Evelyn Ashford calmly signed the first executive order placed before her.
Suspend every new investment connected to Croft Holdings.
She placed the pen on the desk without the slightest change in expression.
Arthur looked at the document, then at her.
"This is only the beginning, isn't it?"
Evelyn gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking New York City.
"No."
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A faint, icy smile appeared on her lips.
"This is simply the moment Julian realizes that the empire he worships was never truly his."
