Chapter 9
That night, Chloe cried for a long time, but I wasn’t moved at all.
They had no choice but to separate the company and give it to me, and before Sophie returned home, they rarely called me, claiming they missed me.
Chloe kept sighing. “You’re my biological daughter, but we’ve come to this point. It’s my fault. New Year’s coming up. Come back, let’s have a family dinner.”
I didn’t refuse.
After all, I was planning to return home to expand the business anyway – the overseas market was just my stepping stone to climb higher.
That didn’t mean my ambitions stopped there.
Since the Sullivan family wouldn’t give me what originally belonged to me, I’d take it myself–and I wouldn’t stop at just my shares.
Getting off the plane, the Sullivan family did come to pick us up.
But opening the car door, I found Preston was there too.
Samuel said, “There’s only one seat left. Can’t take you.”
Preston glanced at me.
Chloe looked at me and said quietly, “Samuel, let’s bring her along.”
“Not happening.”
Samuel, driving for once, was blunt. “Isn’t she tough? Let her walk home! I already told all the ride services around here not to pick up her orders.”
It was still over ten miles from home and I had tons of luggage – this was clearly meant to make me bég.
Sure enough, they watched my expression, and when I wouldn’t budge, Samuel slammed the door and drove off with Sophie, leaving me standing at the airport with two huge suitcases, deep in thought.
Wait, they didn’t think my defiance overseas was me building up chips for their love, did they?
I got goosebumps and immediately called the Sullivan family’s biggest rival, “Gabriel, I’m back home. Let’s meet in person about that project we discussed. But I’m stuck at the airport right now. Come pick me up?”
Chapter 9
