A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Mr. Dawson, how about this: I’ll have my brother apologize to the kids, and I’ll throw in some extra money so they can buy themselves something to eat and drink, help settle their nerves. Would that be acceptable to you?”

No matter how furious he felt, Carlson had to put on a smile in front of Xander. Offending Xander wasn’t just a personal problem–it meant making an enemy of the entire herbal medicine circle, and Carlson liked being alive.

And then there was Ethan–a rising star in the legal world. If Ethan decided to take the other side in a lawsuit… Carlson swallowed hard, not daring to let his imagination run any further.

He glanced nervously at the group standing nearby. If he remembered correctly, any one of those people could ruin his company with a snap of their fingers. He had no intention of going bankrupt before he was even forty.

“Wait, what?” Chester stared at his brother, not quite trusting his own ears.

Hearing Chester’s voice, Carlson wished he could cut ties with him right there. He’d just managed to smooth over one mess, and now, barely a moment later, here was another!

Grinding his teeth in frustration, Carlson dragged Chester over to Zachary and forced him into a clumsy bow, pushing his head down in front of Zachary.

Zachary sidestepped neatly, avoiding the gesture altogether.

“That’s not necessary, Mr. Blake. I intend to see this through, no matter what.” Zachary’s voice was calm and even, as if he were just commenting on the weather. “So… there’s really no room for negotiation?” Carlson sighed, seeing there was no way out.

“Let them file the report, bro! For all you know, we might get them to pay us!” Chester still had no idea how much trouble he was in.

Carlson would’ve disowned his brother ages ago. Useless, lazy, and always getting into trouble–Chester

sulked and didn’t say

acupuncture. That’s a separate matter,”

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Carlson was worried about.

Zachary believed that as long as he practiced medicine, it was his duty to treat everyone fairly,

sorry about all this. Here, take this card. Without you, my mother wouldn’t have made it through–please, just accept it. It’s

and tried to press it into Zachary’s

Xander quietly reached over, took the card, and slipped it back

Carlson’s hand.

If he accepted money for this, it would change what it means. Keep your

out a long, weary sigh, tucking the card away. In just fifteen minutes, he’d sighed more

month.

The police officer, noting the