My name is Julia Morris, and I died.
Killed in a car accident orchestrated by my husband and my own sister.
When I woke up again, I found myself at their younger son's birthday party.
And I… had become their daughter…
I officially became the chairman of the company. Looking at her terrified and desperate expression, I sneered:
"Do you remember Julia Morris?"
…
I died on a snowy winter day.
There could have been a glimmer of hope for survival, but Sebastian Parker stood there, laughing coldly, unmoved.
And I had placed all my hopes for survival on him.
Pieces of the car wreckage tore through my chest inch by inch. Blood flowed everywhere, staining the pure white snow, a stark and haunting sight.
The pain was almost unbearable. Looking at Sebastian, just two steps away, I asked in desperation:
"Save me, honey, save me…"
I didn't understand.
Sebastian and I had been married for ten years. From our college romance, starting with nothing, to now being worth millions, I had bet my entire youth on him.
When he said men needed to start businesses, I gave up my own career to support him every step of the way.
When he said he didn't like children, I painfully underwent three abortions, until I could no longer bear children.
But today, as he watched me on the brink of death, he remained indifferent.
Sebastian's pale face twisted into a grimace as he stepped forward and viciously stomped on my chest.
"Why, honey? You said you'd love me forever…"
I clutched his pant leg tightly, the excruciating pain gradually numbing my senses.
In my fading consciousness, I heard Sebastian's vicious words pierce my mind.
"Only with you dead can Sofia and I be together openly! And only then can we get that huge insurance payout to take Parker family's business to the next level! Ha ha ha…"
Sofia? Sofia Morris, my own sister, my blood sister.
"Helen Parker, what are you daydreaming about? Come here right now! Today is an important day for the Parker family. All you do is sit there eating and drinking, you good-for-nothing!"
The bone-chilling cold vanished, replaced by the glittering scene of a birthday party. I gathered my thoughts as memories suddenly fell into place in my mind.
Oh, so today was the twelfth birthday of my brother, Peter Parker.
Sebastian really did dote on this younger son of his. The party was extravagant enough.
Exquisite delicacies adorned ornate platters, and fine wine filled golden cups.
Wasn't it you who said you didn't like children?
Camera flashes dispelled the piercing memories.
The one yelling at me from afar was my mother in this life, my sister from my previous life, Sofia.
I glanced at her. She wore exquisite makeup, adorned with jewels from head to toe, her haute couture dress stunningly beautiful – the very picture of a wealthy socialite.
I sat motionless in the corner, casually picking up a glass of red wine. I raised it to my lips, gently blowing on it. The aroma wafted up, the taste of high-end wine pure and sweet, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
Seeing me unmoved, Sofia frowned, glaring at me before heading upstairs alone.
Today was the twelfth birthday of the Parker family's younger son. The guests were all from wealthy families, including various industry peers and business partners.
Of course, Sofia had to maintain appearances. After all, she had raised me for twenty years, always putting on this act.
In public, I was the Parker family's eldest daughter. In private, I was the money-losing goods that should have died long ago.
Yes, money-losing goods.
It seemed this body hadn't fared well in the Parker family either.
I swirled the wine glass in my hand, carefully storing away the original owner's memories.
Sofia brought over a glass of light blue cocktail, ordering me to go toast the Young Master Green.
I smiled brightly, sweetly calling her "Mom" and linking arms with her. Under everyone's gaze, we approached Mr. Green together.
"John, this is a special cocktail Helen made for you. Why don't you try it?"
I watched as Mr. Green's wheelchair moved, and he also held a glass of wine, intending to exchange glasses with me.
I stared into his eyes, slightly narrowing my gaze. John Green involuntarily opened his mouth.
"Helen, aren't you usually so aloof? Did you think I, John, liked you that much? Pah! The one I love isn't you at all! It's Amy, my gardener's daughter! We already have a child together. Marrying you is just for the Green family's sake!"
"If you weren't carrying the title of Parker family's eldest daughter, you? You're not even fit to shine my shoes!"
"The Parker family wants to use you to exchange for project cooperation, and I just happen to need you as a cover. It's a win-win…"
The hall suddenly fell deathly silent, all eyes turning towards us.
Everyone present knew that today was not just the birthday party of the Parker family's young master, but also the engagement party between the Green and Parker families.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Sofia's face change drastically, her wine glass trembling in her hand.
I raised an eyebrow, continuing to stare into John's eyes, controlling his inner thoughts while maintaining a gentle smile.
They didn't know that I, Julia, had not only been reborn but also gained an ability – "mind control."
For those whose eyes I stared into intently, I could not only see what they were thinking but also make them speak their true inner thoughts aloud.
"You don't know, do you? These two glasses of wine were specially prepared for us by your mother and me. Imported aphrodisiacs, top-notch effects! Haha… I'm disabled, with limited mobility. If word gets out, it'll be said that you seduced me…"
"John! Stop talking right now!"
Sofia dropped her wine glass, quickly covering his mouth, looking around in horror.
I shifted my gaze, and John instantly became dazed, unaware of the wine spilled all over his legs.
The camera flashes were unusually blinding. I blinked, looking towards Sofia, still smiling as gently as a spring breeze.
"Is that so? Mom?"
Before the party ended, news of the Green family scandal had already shot to the top of the trending topics.
Having a child yet coming to deceive in marriage – this was enough to instantly shatter the good image the Green family had maintained for so many years.
The Green family immediately announced the termination of all cooperation projects with the Parker family.
John was the sole heir to the Green Group, disabled, with his father gravely ill.
Rumors circulated that John Green avoided women and was homosexual, little knowing he already had a son with the gardener's daughter.
Given the Green family's social status and influence, he knew it would be impossible to give the gardener's daughter official recognition.
To cover this up and to truly become the head of the Green family, he colluded with Sofia to set me up.
As long as I married into the Green family, the Parker family's eldest son would receive financial support for the Green family's projects.
John Green could also use me as a cover, allowing his real family of three to live happily.
Killing two birds with one stone. Perfect.
As for whether I lived or died, no one cared.
The guests dispersed.
My father, my husband from my previous life – Sebastian – slapped me hard several times.
"You money-losing trash! Arranging for you to marry John was doing you a favor! So what if he already has someone he loves? You'd go there as a figurehead, but you'd still be the official Mrs. Green. Isn't that enough? That's the Green family!"
"You actually dared to expose the Green family publicly, ruining the marriage alliance and the project!"
"Helen, it's all your fault! You ruined my birthday party! It's all because of you! I'll beat you to death!"
My brother, dressed in an exquisite tuxedo, punched and kicked me, his eyes full of hatred.
"Helen! Don't you know your place? You're just a whore, yet you dare to act high and mighty!"
"Now that you've offended the Green family, my project funding is gone too! This is all your doing, you harbinger of misfortune! Why don't you just die!"
My elder brother, Philip Parker, pointed at my nose, seemingly wishing I would die right then and there.
Sofia cursed loudly, grabbing a nearby vase and hurling it at me.
I tilted my body, and the vase shattered on the ground.
"Getting clever, are we? You dare to dodge now? You money-losing piece of trash, what use are you to me…"
I pressed my tongue against the side of my stinging cheek, imprinting their current expressions one by one in my heart. With a smile, I headed towards my room.
In the vast Parker family villa, there wasn't even a single photo of me, let alone a memorial tablet.
Sebastian and Sofia had killed me, yet they could live their good lives so nonchalantly.
As if I had never existed in this world at all.
I looked around this opulent villa, the piercing hatred and anger burning in hell…
The next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door.
It was Sebastian, standing at the door with breakfast, asking gently if I was hungry, if my face still hurt, appearing extremely sincere.
For a moment, it made me feel confused.
This was how Sebastian had pursued me in college, with the same smile, the same care and concern, his eyes always full of attentiveness.
For three years, rain or shine, he would appear punctually at the bottom of the dormitory every morning, bringing carefully prepared breakfast.
He never missed a single holiday, big or small, always going to great lengths to make me happy.
Three years, a full three years, I was moved by him and became his girlfriend.
"Helen, what are you thinking about? Can Dad come in?"
The memory was pulled back, and I shifted my body, leaning against the doorframe, not taking the tray from his hands.
"Just say it. What do you want?"
I went straight to the point, having no time to waste with him here. I had important things waiting for me to do.
Sebastian was taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to be so direct. He put down the tray and smiled at me.
"Helen, this project of your elder brother's is very important for our Parker family. Didn't you save Lilly Stewart's life when you were young? Go ask her for a favor. She'll surely repay you and help our Parker family."
"The Parker family now needs your brother's project. As a daughter of the Parker family, surely you don't want to see the Parker family ruined by your hand?"
"If we can't get this project, our Parker family's company will face bankruptcy."
"You ruined the marriage alliance yesterday, and the project fell through. Today, you must find a way to get the project back."
"He's incapable himself, and he blames me? It seems the Parker family isn't as glorious as it appears on the surface. Has it come to the point of selling daughters for glory?"
"Helen! He's your elder brother! We've raised you for twenty years, provided for your food, your clothes, your education, spent so much money. Using you to exchange for your brother's future isn't too much to ask, is it?"
I sneered. Sebastian was playing his cards well. Raising a daughter wasn't for nothing; every step was carefully calculated.
Well, if people can kill for money, what's selling a daughter in comparison?
For him, this was just a small matter, wasn't it?
I quickly searched through the original owner's memories about Lilly.
Lilly's parents had passed away in the past two years. She was the only daughter and now the head of the Stewart Group.
When Helen was young, the Parker and Stewart families were business allies, with frequent interactions.
But for some unknown reason, after Mrs. Stewart's death, Lilly publicly severed all business ties with the Parker family.
She was willing to pay a hefty breach of contract fee, leaving no room for reconciliation. It was very resolute.
Lilly was three years older than me. I had saved her life when we were young.
When Mr. Stewart was alive, he had publicly mentioned that this debt of gratitude would be repaid, no matter when.
So Sebastian had set his sights on me, believing that regardless of any deep grudges between the two families, Mr. Stewart's words would still hold.
He was certain that as long as I asked Lilly in my capacity, whether for the sake of face or to repay the debt of gratitude, she would agree.
But he overlooked one crucial point: I wasn't Helen, I was Julia.
A blurry image in my memory piqued my curiosity. It turned out Lilly hated the Parker family.
I raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled and nodded at him, agreeing to contact Lilly soon.
Sebastian was overjoyed, praising me as the Parker family's good daughter.
I crossed my arms, curled my lips, and changed the subject, smoothing my bangs.
"If you want me to ask Lilly for a favor, that's fine, but this project must be mine to handle! The shares related to this project must also be signed over to my name!"
"What? Helen, have you gone mad? That's a Parker family project. You'll eventually marry out of the family. The Parker family's projects can't possibly be given to an outsider!"
"Those shares belong to your elder brother too. They have nothing to do with you!"
Sebastian was furious.
I shrugged and smiled at him.
"Then I'm powerless to help. Please see yourself out!"
"Helen! You're asking for death!"
Sebastian raised his hand once again. I lifted my head to meet it, staring at him without the slightest fear.
Anger and the thirst for revenge made me feel invigorated.
Sebastian paused for a moment. I clearly saw his pupils contract slightly.
He was afraid.
Helen, who had been a good girl for twenty years and showed no interest in company affairs, had suddenly changed her personality. It caught him completely off guard.
He slowly lowered his arm, squeezing out the words "The project is yours to handle! The shares will be transferred to you!" through gritted teeth.
"Thank you, Dad. As soon as I get the company's project transfer contract and share confirmation document, I'll contact Lilly immediately."
I sneered, speaking to his back as he left.
Before noon, Sebastian brought the project transfer contract and confirmation document.
I was satisfied and left with the contract.
In the afternoon, I brought Lilly back to the Parker house.
Lilly wore a fitting professional short skirt suit, light makeup, her hair tied up high, looking neat and sharp.
"If you want me to help your Parker family, it's not impossible. As long as you agree to one condition, the funds can be transferred immediately."
"Lilly, just say it. As long as you're willing to help, forget one condition, even if it's eight or ten, we'll agree to all of them."
"Yes, Lilly, we haven't seen you in years, and you've grown into such a fine young lady. As long as you're willing to help our Philip Parker, we'll agree to any condition."
Sebastian and Sofia nodded repeatedly.
At this critical moment of life and death, the couple was truly of one mind.
Just like that snowy day when they watched me die.
I wonder how Sofia would react if she knew this project was already in my name, and the shares that originally belonged to her eldest son now belonged to me?
Philip Parker looked at Lilly as if he had seen a savior, his eyes never leaving her.
"I want Sofia to kowtow three times at my mother's grave!"
"Lilly! Don't go too far!"
"Lilly, isn't that a bit excessive?"
Sofia and Sebastian's expressions changed abruptly, their smiles coming to a sudden halt.
The expressions on their faces had gone from puzzlement and surprise to anger now.
I chuckled lightly. When asking for help, one should have the demeanor of a supplicant. How could the Parker family change their attitude so quickly when the client had just put forward one condition?
"I only have five minutes. Think it over carefully. The offer expires after that!"
Lilly and I exchanged smiles.
Sofia refused to kowtow no matter what. Sebastian slapped her, and her wails filled the air.
"Mom, it's just three kowtows. Without this project, not only will I fail to enter the board of directors and get shares, but the Parker family company will also go bankrupt!"
"Even if you beat me to death, I won't do it!"
"Expecting me to kneel before that woman! Impossible!"
I looked at my brother, who was playing with his phone nearby, and tilted my head slightly, fixing my gaze on his eyes.
"So noisy! So noisy! Mom! You've already taken me to kowtow to that old man before. What's the big deal about doing it again?!"
"Isn't that old man my real dad? He's buried with that woman, so just think of it as kowtowing to my real dad… Your crying is so annoying! Can't you let people play their games in peace!"
The scene suddenly fell silent, everyone turned to look at the Parker family's youngest son in unison.
I smiled slightly and shifted my gaze.
The Parker family was truly lively.
Sebastian, didn't you say you didn't like children? Well, here's a big gift for you.
Back then, just because you said you didn't like children, I had three consecutive abortions. Not only did you not even visit the hospital, but you also insisted on sleeping with me the very next day after I was discharged.
I was truly foolish and stupid. To please you, to satisfy you, I actually agreed.
Until I had a massive hemorrhage and permanently lost the ability to become a mother…
"Peter, what did you say? Who is your real father?"
Sebastian glared at him furiously.
"Peter!"
"Dad, I… I don't know what I just said… Mom… I… I misspoke…"
Peter looked at Sofia in bewilderment, dropped his phone, covered his mouth, and ran out.
"Sebastian, I promise you, I'll go kowtow to her right now!"
"Peter just said something wrong, he was just joking, please don't take it seriously…"
I watched Sofia look at Sebastian anxiously, her expression tense, as if facing a formidable enemy. The corners of my mouth curled slightly.
Sofia, how does this taste?
"Slap!"
A resounding slap landed on Sofia's face.
She knelt before Sebastian, begging for forgiveness, crying her heart out.
The scene before me made me feel dazed.
Sofia, you're having your day too? Weren't you always fearless, willing to do anything to achieve your goals? To think there would be a day when you'd be afraid?
How does it feel to kowtow to someone? You've never experienced the taste of kneeling down and begging someone, have you?
In my previous life, I knelt like this before the principal to beg for a chance for you to go to school.
I knelt like this before those thugs to beg them to spare you…
You've long forgotten all the things I did for you, haven't you?
Back then, you were my only family, and I was willing to die for you.
But what about you? Have you ever cherished my sacrifices even once?
When I was fifteen, Mom fell ill and died.
The same year, Dad left with another woman and never came back.
All that was left was a drafty house and you, my sister Sofia, five years younger than me.
I had always been an excellent student, winning honors year after year.
But you, you were like a demon, born bad, fighting, dating early, smoking, drinking, committing all sorts of evils.
As the elder sister, I had to be like a mother. My sister was still young, she just didn't know better. I could only grit my teeth and plead with the principal time and again, cleaning up after you.
In my senior year of high school, you were suspended from school once again.
You had led a group fight at school, smoking and drinking, causing an extremely bad influence. The school was determined to expel you no matter what.
It was a scorching summer day. I, who had always been proud and aloof, knelt there at the door of the principal's office, burying my head like an ostrich, clinging to my last shred of pitiful self-esteem, all to ensure that my sister could continue her education.
I knelt for an entire day, begging him to give you one more chance to return to school.
Perhaps the principal took pity on me, or perhaps I moved him.
He agreed to give you one last chance to return to school.
And the chance to go to school that I had begged so hard for you, you only maintained for two weeks…
Without the constraints of school, you became even more unrestrained, openly and shamelessly hanging out with those thugs every day.
Until they tried to force you to become a prostitute for money.
When you refused, they threatened to cut off your hands.
I ran to them like a madwoman, kneeling there begging them to spare you.
How could they let you off so easily? Seeing that I was just a young girl too, they surrounded me, their mouths full of filthy words, pawing at me…
I cried and begged them, kneeling down and clutching at their trouser legs. For your sake, I lost all my dignity.
These nightmarish scenes accompanied me at midnight until the day I died.
You cried out, "Sister, save me, sister save me."
Just for that one cry of "sister," I, barely eighteen at the time, mustered all the courage and strength of my life, grabbed a knife, and risked my life to snatch you away from them…
Lilly got the answer she wanted and immediately agreed that the funds would be transferred in the afternoon.
I winked at her, the corners of my mouth turning up slightly.
The next day, for the sake of her eldest son, Sofia obediently followed Lilly's requirements. Dressed all in black, without any accessories or jewelry, she knelt before Lilly's mother's grave and kowtowed three times with loud thuds.
"You don't know yet, do you? That project is now mine, and the shares are in my name too, having nothing to do with your son."
"From now on, I'm the company's major shareholder… and whether your eldest son can stay in the company depends entirely on my word."
I bent down and whispered in Sofia's ear, eager to tell her this good news.
"What? That's impossible!"
"Helen, how could Parker family's project possibly be given to an outsider like you? This is impossible!"
"Those shares were clearly said by the board to be given to Philip Parker!"
"You're just a girl! You'll eventually marry out! It's impossible for them to be given to you! Impossible!"
Her body suddenly stiffened, filled with terror.
Even the way she looked at me changed from previously looking down on me to now being full of panic.
Indeed, for such a large company, Sofia and Philip Parker didn't even have 0.1% of the shares. Naturally, she couldn't believe Sebastian would give the project to me.
But at a critical moment for the company's survival, choosing between saving the company and giving shares to his son or daughter, as a businessman, Sebastian naturally knew how to prioritize.
After all, this is the most basic professional ethics of a businessman.
Sofia, how could you have ever imagined that the project funds you exchanged for by enduring such humiliation would end up in my hands?
This is just the beginning.
Everything you and Sebastian have now was obtained at the cost of my life, Julia's life.
I will make you pay back that life!
I will stab you in the heart one knife at a time, watch you suffer unbearably, and then cut you into pieces!
"Girl? What's wrong with being a girl? When the company is about to collapse, whoever can save it is the boss!"
"By the way, who exactly is Peter's father?"
"Is he Sebastian's son?"
I heard Sebastian's footsteps approaching from behind. I slightly narrowed my eyes and fixed my gaze on Sofia's pupils.
In an instant, she lost control and opened her mouth.
"Peter? Of course he's the Stewart family's son! Sebastian, that useless wretch, already had a son, yet he still wanted me to give birth. Fine, I'd give birth, but his own seed was no good. He ended up with you, a daughter, and then blamed me for being useless!"
"If it weren't for his money, I wouldn't have wanted to marry such an old, impotent divorcee!"
"Stewart fell in love with me at first sight. It only took a couple of times, and I gave birth to a son, much better than that useless Sebastian…"
Speaking of her younger son, Sofia's face was full of pride.
It seems that even sons are treated differently.
I raised an eyebrow, standing directly in front of her, staring into her eyes without blinking.
I pressed further.
"Useless wretch? Hasn't he always been good to you? He's been good to Peter too, hasn't he…"
I heard Sebastian's footsteps stop behind me. I curled my lips slightly.
Sofia was still immersed in her own world, her voice growing louder.
"Stewart has been far better to me and my son than Sebastian ever was to us! Even though Stewart is dead now, he left a will. As long as Peter turns eighteen, he can inherit 40% of the Stewart family's shares!"
"As for Sebastian, all he cares about is money. He's never cared about me and my son! He won't even give us a tiny bit of the company's shares!"
"Anyway, his health isn't good now. I'm just waiting for him to die too, and then both the Parker and Stewart family assets will be mine! Haha…"
Sofia's calculations were truly impressive!
I retracted my gaze, turned to Sebastian with a smile, and strode towards the door.
I clearly saw the anger and hatred in Sebastian's eyes, his face twisted with shock, emanating waves of coldness.
A good show was about to begin.
As I walked out the door, I heard Sofia's screams and Sebastian's roars behind me.
They would never know how this secret, kept for over a decade, was suddenly revealed by Sofia herself.
The son Sebastian had treasured for over ten years turned out not to be his own flesh and blood.
He had been raising someone else's son all these years, and he had done quite a good job of it.
I left home and went directly to the Parker family company.
News of my acquisition of the project and shares spread quickly through the company. The vice president, who previously wouldn't even lift an eyelid when he saw me, now respectfully bowed so low he could almost lick my shoes.
Hah, human nature.
I completed the handover procedures and directly became the youngest director on the board.
Looking at the company's timeline hung on the office wall.
It was in the year I died that Sebastian and Sofia expanded the company's scale, leaping to the forefront of the industry.
The company was originally founded by Sebastian and me, but on the timeline, it was all Sebastian and Sofia's names, without even half a mention of me, Julia!
I clenched my fists, the bone-deep hatred gradually eroding my bones. Scenes from my previous life flashed through my mind like a movie.
Back then, to establish this company, I spent half a year conducting market research on the streets.
A full half a year. Sebastian went to his nine-to-five job, while I gave up my iron rice bowl, taking research reports to the streets, pleading with one person after another.
The sweltering heat of midsummer caused heatstroke, menstrual cramps were suffocating.
But for Sebastian's dream, I endured it all, not missing a single day.
We were poor then. To save money, I only ate one piece of bread a day, couldn't even afford to buy a bottle of water in the hot summer, and eventually developed a severe stomach illness.
In the early days of the company, we couldn't afford to hire people. I single-handedly took on all the sales roles, running business day and night, enduring countless cold shoulders and grievances.
To accompany clients, I drank until I had a gastric hemorrhage.
A word or two of comfort from Sebastian would make me happy for a long time.
I was truly blinded by love, debasing myself to dust for the sake of so-called love.
"Helen! What right do you have to take this project?"
"Give the project back to me!"
Philip's voice interrupted my thoughts. I shook my head, those painful memories making me increasingly clear-headed.
I'm no longer the Julia I used to be. I've been reborn. A man's sweet words and promises can't be relied upon. Only power and money that belong to oneself are eternal.
I will take back everything that originally belonged to me!
Philip ran over, red-faced, to question me. It seemed he had just received the news.
I looked up at him, feeling completely calm inside.
"Why don't I have the right to take it? Philip Parker, your father personally handed it to me."
"He also said that you couldn't even handle one project, that you're useless, and that the company can't possibly be handed over to you."
"Impossible! This project was clearly mine! He said that once I got this project, I could enter the board of directors! Why has it now been given to you!"
"The company is mine! Why would he rather give it to you, an outsider, than to me?"
Philip roared, like a wild beast gone mad.
I shrugged and spread my hands.
"Well, you'll have to ask that good father of yours!"
When I returned home that evening, ambulances and police cars were parked downstairs.
Curious, I asked the housekeeper what had happened.
It turned out that after I left, Sebastian dragged Peter to get a paternity test.
Sofia refused to allow it at all costs. In the midst of the three of them pulling and pushing, Peter lost his balance and fell from the second floor, landing headfirst and dying on the spot.
When an avalanche occurs, no single snowflake is innocent.
Sofia couldn't accept this reality. She held the lifeless Peter and started singing a nursery rhyme.
That lullaby was the one our mother used to sing to us when we were young to put us to sleep.
So Sofia still remembered things from childhood, remembered the times of the past.
How does it feel to lose a child?
Sofia, is this your first time experiencing it?
I've experienced it three times!
Sebastian, although Peter wasn't your biological son, you raised him for over a decade. He called you dad for so many years. How does it feel to watch him die right in front of you?
It wasn't until I saw how much you doted on Peter that I realized.
It turns out it wasn't that you didn't like children, but that you didn't like my children.
Even now, I still don't understand. It was you, Sebastian, who approached me first. It was you who pursued me for three years. Why was I the one who ended up falling in love and getting hurt in the end?
Are sincere people destined to be betrayed?
Do people who truly fall in love deserve to be killed by you?
There was no point in staying in this house any longer. I had already found an apartment and decided to move out on my own.
I pulled my suitcase and walked over to Sofia's side.
"Sofia, your son is dead. Does it hurt?"
She glared at me furiously, as if she wanted to eat me alive.
"It's all because of you, you harbinger of misfortune! You jinx! If it weren't for you, my son wouldn't have died! I'll strangle you to death!"
She reached out to grab my neck.
I sneered, firmly grasping her wrist and pushing her away.
She was clearly shocked. Helen, who had always been weak and accustomed to their bullying, had resisted once again.
I immediately informed Lilly about Peter's death.
She brought the new project contract as promised.
A strong alliance, invincible.
She wanted to uncover the truth, while I just wanted to make money.
Now that the truth was out, getting the new project was what I deserved.
I moved into the apartment, enjoying the peace and quiet of being alone.
Philip went to confront Sebastian about why he gave the project to me. The two had a big fight, father and son falling out. Sebastian suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and nearly went to meet his maker.
The Parker family was in chaos. The exposure of the scandal had a huge impact on the company's business.
Sebastian lost all face at the company's board meeting.
I secured another new project and secretly acquired some of the company's shares.
Using interests as leverage, I allied with several directors who held significant shares, proposing to remove Sebastian from his position as chairman at the board meeting.
I held numerous latest projects in my hands, determining the company's life and death.
The wind vane had changed, and those directors naturally sided with me.
Following the wind has always been human instinct.
After all, I was also a member of the Parker family. Nominally, the company was established single-handedly by the Parker family. No matter how much turmoil, it was still a family matter.
They could both reap benefits and cling to a strong backer.
Seeing that Sebastian's influence was waning and Philip had no projects in hand, they agreed with unprecedented enthusiasm.
At the board meeting, more than half of the members agreed to remove Sebastian from his position as chairman.
Except for Sebastian, I became the largest shareholder in the company.
Watching Sebastian's eyes full of disbelief, every nerve in my body was excited.
The pleasure of revenge brought me joy, and I smiled from the bottom of my heart.
Money can make the devil push the millstone.
Although Helen didn't have much money in her hands over the years, I was now a company director. With a little maneuvering, the money I could control was enough for me to operate what I wanted to do.
In the chairman election voting session, except for Sebastian's one vote, I passed with full votes and became the company's newest chairman.
I watched Sebastian slump in his chair, his head drooping, his eyes hollow and desperate.
I seemed to see that year's snow, stained red with blood, falling piece by piece in front of me.
The blood melted the ice of that time,telling its tale of helplessness and pain in the icy snow.
I came back to my senses, the warmth around me pulling me back to reality.
Sebastian, how does it feel to be betrayed by those old cronies who've followed you for so many years?
The company has fallen into the hands of the daughter you least liked. This taste must be quite bitter, right?
You've only lost control of the company, yet you're still sitting here, holding a large number of shares.
But what about me?
What about Julia?
She's dead!
A vibrant life, just killed off by you like that!
Every project in the company, every office, is soaked with my blood, Julia's blood!
Every penny you've earned is bought with my life, Julia's life!
I've only taken back a small part of what belongs to me, and you already can't bear it?
Great revenge needs to be exacted slowly. I'm in no hurry.
I glanced at Sebastian and left the conference room amidst the crowd's adulation.
