Brielle turned into a rising figure, the flawless contrast to me.
Hearing this, Ivy’s eyes went wide.
“So that means… that fake daughter is still going to run your parents’ company?!”
I handed off the last flower, brushed my palms, and before I spoke, the Rolls-Royce rolled up before us again.
Mom and Dad stepped forward, eyes swollen.
“Hattie, we talked it over. We can hand you some company stock. Will you come back now?”
I took off my apron.
A line of guards moved in and quietly helped me slip on my coat.
My parents stared, stunned, at the guards who appeared out of nowhere.
“Th-this… what is…”
“No need, you two.”
I answered coldly, The Hopkins family’s little worth isn’t even qualified to be my competitor.”
