After leaving the company, I called Aunt Victoria, CEO of the Remington Group. “Auntie, please cancel the Remington Group’s part-
nership with the Thorne family.”
After getting her confirmation, I called the Thorne family’s remaining shareholders, telling them to dump all their shares. A massi-
ve sell–off would undoubtedly destabilize the Thorne company, causing its stock price to plummet. And this was just the beginning.
Chapter 2
I then posted an announcement on social media about my withdrawal from the Thorne family company. After posting, I returned to
my private apartment, collapsing onto the sofa, my thoughts swirling. The kindness the Thorne family had shown me in my previ-
ous life was repaid. Now, it was my turn to exact revenge for the adoptive parents and Julián who had caused my agonizing death.
That evening, my aunt called me. The Thorne parents likely didn’t know that I had found my biological family a year ago. My biolog-
ical aunt was none other than the CEO of the Remington Group, the richest woman in the country. It was thanks to her help that
the Thorne family company had grown from a small venture with eighty million in funding to a well–known company with a market
value of ten billion, on the verge of going public. My aunt had no children and had been searching for me for years. When she lear-
ned I had been adopted by the Thornes and had saved their company from bankruptcy, she had repeatedly tried to get me to work
at the Remington Group, intending for me to inherit the family business.
But I had been focused on repaying Grandpa Thorne’s kindness, so I had refused. Now, my aunt, knowing I had left the Thorne fami-
ly, again proposed that I join the Remington Group. After a moment of thought, I said, “Auntie, I want to build my own empire. When
I achieve something, I’ll come back.”
I didn’t want to depend on anyone. Rather than directly inheriting the Remington Group, I wanted to start my own venture. Hearing
my words, my aunt no longer pressured me. “Alright, Audrey. If you ever need anything, you must tell your aunt.”
After hanging up, I opened a five–year–old business plan on my computer. This had been my original dream–to personally build my own company. But because of Grandpa Thorne’s trust, I had poured my heart into the Thorne family company, and my dream had
been buried. Now, finally, I had a chance to start anew.
A month later, I posted recruitment notices and my company prospectus on social media. The moment the news broke, my phone exploded. The first call was from my adoptive parents. When I answered, they launched into a triumphant, arrogant interrogation.” Audrey, you’re starting your own company? That’s not as simple as it sounds! If you come back now and apologize to Eva, beg her forgiveness, we’ll let you return to the company.” T
