CHAPTER SEVENTY – THE RIGHTFUL HEIR

Behind the scenes, however, tensions continued to mount within the Preston family. Edward, backed into a corner and increasingly isolated, lashed out at those he perceived as traitors and opportunists. "You're all fools, blind to Julian's machinations," he raged at Victoria, his face contorted with fury. "He's playing you, playing all of us, and by the time you realize it, it will be too late." But Victoria's loyalty had begun to waver, her unwavering support for her husband eroded by Julian's relentless campaign and the growing chorus of dissent from shareholders and industry insiders. "Perhaps we should consider compromising, Edward," she suggested, her voice laced with uncharacteristic uncertainty. "Julian's ideas...they do have merit, and the board seems to be swaying towards his vision." Edward recoiled as if struck, his eyes blazing with betrayal. "You can't be serious, Victoria. After everything we've built, everything we've sacrificed, you're willing to hand it all over to