Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

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Chapter 13

Chapter 13

“Mr. Smith said that you can choose not to go back now, but you have to accept the management rights of the Smith Group’s Angle Group in Frant City, and the profits of the group this year must be five percent higher than that of the last year.”

“He also said that if you refuse to accept it, the Fallen Group might end up miserably.”

Sylvia silently gritted her teeth.

Before Old Mr. Fallen died, Sylvia had promised him that she would manage the Fallen Group well for him, so she couldn’t allow the Fallen Group to collapse.

“Dad knows clearly about my soft underbelly, but he does not attack it and force me to go home. Instead, he only asks me to take over the Angle Group.

What is he going to do?” Sylvia thought in confusion.

“Alright, deal!”

Sylvia took the pen, signed her name, and took the VIP black card with a deposit of 5 billion dollars.

Looking at the dark golden card, she shook her head with a helpless smile.

she was so poor that she only had ten dollars, not even enough

that she luckily

account had been frozen and she must hide

real identity.

and aunt–in–law hated the poor and fawned over the rich.

that Sylvia was actually Sylvia Smith, the youngest daughter of the Smith family, the richest one in the country and that she was

before she regained her memory, her good friend in the orphanage was dying. She knelt down and kowtowed, begging her mother–in–law, Yvonne Fallen, to lend

took out a platinum card but did not hand it to her. Instead, she showed it off. “Guess how much money is in it? 200,000 dollars. You have never seen so

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I won’t lend you a penny! Your poor friend is

my dog.”

it, Sylvía clenched her fists, a hint of mockery flashing across her eyes.

two snobs a lesson and vent

in her thoughts, someone unexpectedly grabbed her wrist from

around, only to see her previous mother–in–law, Yvonne

a dissatisfied expression. Behind her were several rich ladies with multiple shopping bags in their hands. It seemed that they had just finished shopping.

slid the black card into her bag and asked

indifference. In the past, Sylvia had been cowardly

a fool of yourself? Have you finished the housework? Have you cooked lunch? If you starve my son,

Mrs. Fallen for a few years, but you are still ragged. What a shame! Get back home right now!”

fool of myself?”