Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 174: Chapter 174 A Cold-Blooded Conspiracy

"Ah, did I ever say that? I forgot." An Xin smiled smugly, clearly unwilling to satisfy her.

An Ruo exclaimed excitedly, "You did say it! I heard it, and they all heard it."

The other women shrugged their shoulders, showing an expression that they hadn’t heard anything.

An Ruo strode up to An Xin, demanding, "Why did you keep this a secret from me? The An family business was founded by my father and uncle together, so how come I know nothing about it? Since it was a joint effort, what happened to my father’s shares? Why is there only one apartment on the inheritance, and nothing else?"

She asked many whys in succession, all questions she desperately needed answers to.

An Xin’s face darkened as she scoffed, "An Ruo, you really think you’re some kind of rich young miss? You believe anything just because I say it? Let me tell you, the An family business is mine, and it has nothing to do with yours, not even half a cent!"

"An Xin, why did you all keep this from me?!"

"Get out, or I will complain about you immediately!" An Xin slammed the table fiercely, her eyes shooting daggers at her.

for a few seconds, then turned around and left. Throughout the working hours

An Xin’s

An family business really founded by my father and uncle

elder brother and sister-in-law didn’t leave anything for you and your siblings, don’t worry, your uncle will take care of raising

you think of your uncle’s company? This is the fruit of your uncle’s labor.

have lived in our house for over a decade; isn’t it time you gave something back? Besides, our family is not

she and An Ji really been freeloading at their

my parents died, how exactly did Uncle take over

An Ruo thought about it, the colder her heart felt, and the more

had covertly taken over my father’s shares, that would be too

what mattered to her was whether she had been living in

been deceiving her all along, wouldn’t her so-called gratitude, losing her virginity, and marrying Tang

that be a cold-hearted plot orchestrated

walked dazedly on the street,

head-on, and as she stumbled forward in a daze, the rider braked in time, but still hit her, the force