Chapter 403
This particular factory was the least valuable asset owned by the Montgomery family.
It specialized in crafting architectural scale models for the Montgomery Group.
Richard had initially handed this factory over to Victoria as a test of her capabilities.
She endured six grueling months there, learning the ropes through sheer perseverance.
Since their output was limited to real estate models, the annual dividends were pitifully low.
They barely scraped past two hundred thousand dollars each year.
Victoria had long wanted to rid herself of this burden.
Yet she played the generous benefactor, offering it up with false magnanimity.
Adrian’s eye twitched in irritation.
Did she genuinely think he was destitute?
Did he appear to be in need of her charitable donations?
“That factory was a gift to you!” Richard snapped, cutting Adrian off before he could speak.
“How could you even consider giving it away?”
“Especially to this worthless fool who can’t even stand by his own family…”
“He attempted to sabotage the wedding! He deserves nothing from you!”
“Father, I only want Adrian to find his footing and build a proper career,” Victoria pleaded, her voice dripping with feigned concern.
“Absolutely not! You’re being far too kind-hearted!” Eleanor protested vehemently.
Adrian finally lost his patience.
He let out a derisive scoff.
“Hold on. Just stop right there.”
“Which one of your eyes sees me begging for charity?”
“Which ear heard me ask for that pathetic factory?”
“That place barely brings in three hundred thousand a year.”
“Aren’t you ashamed to make such a grand gesture out of nothing?”
His tone was laced with open mockery.
Victoria lowered her head, adopting a wounded expression.
“Adrian, I… I only wanted to help.”
“This is the only asset I have to offer…”
Alexander, observing the entire exchange, pulled Victoria into a comforting embrace.
“Victoria, the world is full of ungrateful people.”
“You try to help them, and they fault you for not giving enough.”
“Don’t waste another second on someone like him.”
“What a thoroughly ungrateful man!” Margaret chimed in with disapproval.
Richard spoke with blunt contempt.
“You’re a jobless failure with no prospects.”
“How dare you look down on a factory that generates a steady two hundred thousand annually?”
Victoria kept her head down, pretending to be hurt.
Secretly, she relished the upper hand.
Did he really think he could insult her?
The situation had completely reversed in her favor.
This was the price for crossing her!
However…
Adrian met everyone’s gaze with an icy smirk.
“Who told you I’m a jobless failure?”
“I am the President of GoldenPhoenix Entertainment. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
He pulled a stack of business cards from his pocket.
He tossed them into the air with a flourish.
Dozens of cards fluttered down around them.
Each one was printed in gleaming gold foil.
[President of GoldenPhoenix – Adrian Sinclair]
The room fell into stunned silence.
The useless, unemployed Adrian Sinclair was now the president of GoldenPhoenix?
How… How was that even possible?
GoldenPhoenix had signed numerous top-tier artists.
The company’s market valuation was well over a billion.
Adrian was the president?
That meant his personal net worth had to be at least…
Victoria felt as if she’d been slapped across the face.
She had just tried to “gift” her measly two-hundred-thousand-dollar factory to a man of his stature?
The humiliation was unbearable.
Everyone else looked equally uncomfortable.
Their expressions were as if they’d accidentally swallowed a fly.
Alexander narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“Doesn’t GoldenPhoenix belong to Isabella?”
Isabella?
Oh. Right.
The reality of the situation crashed down on everyone.
Who didn’t know that GoldenPhoenix was Isabella’s company?
She had been incredibly public about it.
She’d practically thrown money around on Twitter for the entire world to see!