That evening, Ivy received a package and, holding it in her arms, rushed into Ethan’s study, asking him to sign the agreement.

“It’s just like the agreement you had me sign earlier,” Ivy said. “I’m not cut out to be a boss. These past few days, I was almost worn out. You should take back your shares and handle things yourself.”

Ethan looked at her in silence. “This is worth trillions in assets. The dividends alone would be enough for you to live ...