The First Heir

Philip clearly felt Cynthia trembling slightly. Perhaps her emotions were too agitated, or she was suppressing her anger.

“My dear sister, why don’t you say anything? Is it because I inherited the family company so you don’t want to see me? I finally got the chance to come here. You should buy me a drink.”

Jaden stood there smugly while holding a wine glass in his hand. He was ostentatiously looking at the friends beside him, which caused all of them to laugh uproariously.

His sole purpose of coming here was to mock Cynthia Larson!

What did it matter if she was the eldest daughter?

His father liked him and even gave him full control of the family’s company.

Cynthia was nothing but a b*stard child who no one wanted!

Cynthia flicked a scornful glance at Jaden and said, “I’m not your sister. Stop calling me so fondly. It’s disgusting!”

“It’s not right for you to say that. Although we don’t share the same mother, we do share the same father, after all. As the younger brother, of course I have to take care of you.

“I’m now the chairman of the company. As the younger brother, I’m personally inviting you back. How about I give you the position of deputy general manager? If you think the position of deputy general manager isn’t good enough, how about I give you the position of general manager?”

His words held no trace of sincerity

if you have nothing else to do here, please leave. I don’t

that she did not want to talk nonsense with Jaden. Her face and eyes revealed sheer disgust and suppressed

to kick

good look at how my dear sister has been doing over the past two years. You don’t really hate me that much, right?” Jaden sneered, his eyes unable to disguise the demeanor of a

were also talking in low voices and laughed

here.

was cold like

expect Cynthia and

he could not help looking at Cynthia in surprise. This woman had always seemed very strong, putting on a strong career-woman persona in front of others. When that halo faded away, however, he realized that she was also a pitiful person. At least, she had a very bad relationship with her

it was obvious that he was not here for a drink but just to

reluctant to admit it, you’re the blood of the Larson

a sense of superiority with incomparable

warning you, don’t talk about my mother! If not for you, would my mother and I be living on

Cynthia’s eyes as

must have suffered much injustice

behind this strong woman and her

domineering attitude any longer. Philip asked in a low voice, “Do you need my

“No, thank you.”

held back her tears, took a deep breath, and said, “This is my own business. I can solve