The Bolton Group, once controlled by Michael, had been fully acquired by Morgan Group.
Next on the list was Locke Group, owned by Pierre. It had been reported that they had recently lost several competitions to Morgan Group.
Lila couldn't help but be impressed. Kieran was truly remarkable.
Though she wasn't sure about the Bolton family's status in Northridge, she had heard quite a bit about the Locke family's influence.
They were an established dynasty with deep roots in politics and business that had been building wealth and influence since the 1950s and 1960s.
A formidable force that no one dared challenge. Taking down such a family was no small feat.
That's why Pierre, as the heir of the Locke family, had been so arrogant all these years.
As she thought about it, Lila checked online for updates on Pierre's sentencing.
Aside from two brief official announcements, there was nothing new.
It seemed the Locke family was suppressing the news to avoid affecting their stock prices.
Lila didn't dig deeper, but a news notification popped up while scrolling through her feed.
"Ms. Ruby, the eldest daughter of the Clemence family in Northridge, has recently returned to the country and will soon host a welcome banquet."
Lila was familiar with the Clemence family, but return banquets for wealthy heirs and heiresses happened every few days.
It wasn't anything remarkable. Why was this even being reported?
These marketing accounts were painfully dull.
She didn't pay much attention, but she started to feel drowsy as she got bored.
She suddenly heard the door open after yawning twice.
Her sleepiness disappeared instantly, and she quickly sat up.
Her eyes met Kieran's, and the atmosphere grew undeniably awkward.
Lila was the first to speak. "Uncle Kieran."
Kieran had just finished showering and was dressed in a gray, plaid, long-sleeved pajama set.
The loose, soft fabric gave him a more approachable vibe, softening his usual aloofness.
He resembled the soft, serene glow of moonlight brushing against the earth.
Lila froze in place as he casually approached her.
"Why are you lying here? Aren't you cold?" he asked, bending down to pick her up.
Lila quickly dodged. "Wait, wait!"
Kieran chuckled after noticing her hesitation. "Carol must have followed arrangements from the Morgan residence. I suspect this will be the norm for a while."
His gaze drifted to her fair, delicate feet, where the smooth skin faintly revealed light blue veins.
His eyes darkened before shifting to the conflicted look on her face.
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