You Had Me, You Lost Me, You'll Never Find Me novel Chapter 153

He would always return in a terrible mood.

Sylvia used to feel indignant on Ashton's behalf, believing his father treated him unfairly. But Ashton never seemed to care about the slight; he only found her fierce defense of him endearing.

It was only later that Sylvia discovered Ashton had been secretly investigating Harrison, tracking his asset transfers, hidden real estate, and the women he was involved with.

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A few days later, news of the fallout began to spread.

Harrison had officially banished Ashton to a remote military base, claiming it was to build his character for a year or two.

Logically, Harrison had just returned from abroad and had a mountain of corporate matters left behind by the late grandfather. He couldn't possibly manage it all alone, making this the perfect time for Ashton to step up and gain practical experience.

Instead, Harrison pushed Ashton out of the picture and began aligning himself closely with the Winslet and Brooks families.

Anyone paying attention could read the writing on the wall.

Eleanor and Harrison had a massive screaming match over it.

Coming from an elite background herself, Eleanor felt a profound sense of guilt toward her son. She was willing to turn a blind eye to Ashton's most reckless behavior, let alone something this trivial.

It was just a petty squabble over a woman at a private party.

"What did Ashton do to deserve this kind of treatment?" Eleanor snapped, her breathing ragged. "First, you order them to beat him half to death, then you humiliate him in public, and now you're exiling him! If you can't stand the sight of our family being whole, just say it!"

Harrison's decision at this critical juncture was a blatant signal to the board that he disapproved of Ashton.

While this wouldn't strip Ashton of his future inheritance rights, it would severely cripple his practical authority within the company.

By the time Ashton returned in two years, the corporate cliques and power structures would already be solidified. Taking back control would be nearly impossible.

The subordinates wouldn't listen to him, leaving him as a figurehead with an empty title.

Eleanor was no naive socialite. Having stood by Harrison for years, she had witnessed enough corporate bloodbaths to understand exactly what was happening. That was why she was so furious.

Fortunately, she wasn't completely powerless.