He adjusted his cufflinks, avoiding my gaze. "Kate, stay at the Simmons estate for now. Use this time to hand over your duties to Peter. If our partners hear the core business is controlled by an outsider, they might terminate our agreements."
A dry laugh bubbled in my throat.
Years ago, the Simmons Group was a negligible small business in the capital. It wasn't "old money."
It was *me*.
I recruited the talent. I made the bold investments. I drank myself sick at social events to secure clients. I built this empire with my bare hands.
And they actually believed their "foundation" was the cause of their success.
I had known I was a fake heiress for a long time. The swap was my father's idea—a transaction. But according to his timeline, I wasn't supposed to leave yet. The Simmons family hadn't reached the peak from which they were destined to fall.
But if they were in such a hurry to kick me out?
Fine.
I wouldn't fight it.
I looked at the three of them fawning over Summer. It wasn't worth the ulcer.
"No need," I said, my voice steady. "Give me one week to hand over the work. Then I'll leave."
Logan blinked, stunned by my lack of resistance.