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The venue instantly erupted in an uproar.
Reporters eagerly questioned,
“Mr. Davis, why did you suddenly choose your daughter as your successor? Chloe is only a 19-year-old student; isn’t this decision too rash?”
“Why isn’t your eldest son going into business? Is he incapable, or is there some other hidden
reason?”
Dad didn’t answer immediately.
He turned to look at me, his eyes filled with trust, pride, and affection.
“My daughter is more suited to inherit everything I have than anyone else.”
As soon as the press conference ended, my phone exploded.
Brittany’s calls and messages bombarded me like death threats.
I promptly blocked her.
Ryan’s call came through immediately after.
The moment I answered, his furious roar shook the phone.
“Chloe! What have you done?! How could Mom and Dad give the company to *you*?”
“Why not?”
My expression was calm.
I had been brought up by my parents since childhood, following them to learn about business.
When I was sixteen, a casual proposal I made doubled the company’s beverage sales for the entire
year.
When I was eighteen, I successfully secured a project that even Dad found difficult…
I spoke slowly,
“Ryan, you came into this world with Mom and Dad’s highest expectations. They gave you thirty years.”‘
“But even now, you can’t even understand the company’s annual report. What makes you think you
can inherit it?”
My brother was originally groomed to be the heir.
It was only later, when they saw that he was truly unsuited for business, that I came into the picture.
I was Mom and Dad’s chosen backup heir after they became disappointed with my brother.
I always knew that.
And from a young age, I also knew I was ambitious.
I was never content with Dad’s requirement that I “properly assist my brother” in the future.
Why should *I* assist my brother?
“I’m the son! How can they give the family fortune to a daughter?!” Ryan retorted, furious and embarrassed.
“Chloe, you’ve always been cunning since you were little, good at charming elders, pretending to be sensible, you-”
I cut off
my brother.
“Ryan, if I were a boy, you would have been out of the picture even sooner.”
Ryan choked.
I continued,
“Last year, Dad asked you to negotiate a partnership, and you just tossed the contract to your so-called ‘professional manager’.”
“Turns out that manager was a corporate spy sent by our rivals, and the company suffered huge
osses because of it. Have you forgotten about that?”
Silence on the other end of the line.
After a long pause, his voice came through, muffled.
“I’m really not interested in business…”
“If that’s the case, then just be the Davis family heir.”
I smiled. “Ryan, with me in charge, you’ll still have all the dignity and comfort you deserve.”
With that, I hung up.
That same day, Brittany, pregnant, stormed into the company looking for me.
The security guards stopped her in the lobby, but she just sat on the floor, throwing a tantrum and
wailing.
“Those two old fools are senile! I’m carrying their family heir, but they’re giving all the family fortune to a bratty girl!”
“There’s no justice in this world! A sister stealing the family fortune from her own brother!”
Brittany’s hair was a mess, her belly slightly protruding, as she cried to the onlookers.
Passersby, unaware of the full story, started pulling out their phones to record.
Seeing this, Brittany cried even harder.
“Chloe Davis! Get out here! Come face me!”
I watched from the top floor on the security monitor and told my assistant,
“Call the police, report her for disturbing the peace. Also, send all the evidence of her previous misappropriation of funds and external borrowing to the media.”
“Understood.”
My assistant immediately got to it.
I couldn’t let Brittany damage the company’s reputation.
Before her tantrum escalated, I needed to take the moral high ground.
As the police forcibly removed her, Brittany was still raving.
“Chloe Davis, I won’t let you off! I won’t let you off!”
That evening, my brother sent a text message.
Just one simple sentence: “Chloe, please let Brittany go.”
I didn’t reply.
