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"Home?" I scoffed. "This is the house left by my mom; what does it have to do with you? As for you, Aunt Liu, I won't interfere in my dad's marriage. But her," I pointed at Bai Lian, "an outsider who tried to seduce my fiancé and ruin my family, why should she be allowed to stay here?"
Jiang Hong frowned, clearly hesitant. Aunt Liu had coddled him well over the years.
I took out my trump card: "Dad, my mom's will states clearly that this villa and the thirty percent of the company shares under her name belong to me once I come of age. If you disagree, then we can settle this in court."
In my previous life, I was too concerned about father-daughter feelings, which allowed Aunt Liu to take advantage of me.
In this life, to hell with feelings; I only want the money and the house!
Jiang Hong's expression changed repeatedly. He knew my mom's will was genuine.
Aunt Liu panicked: "Jiang Yao, don't be like this; we're family..."
"Who are you calling family?" I stood up. "I'll give you three days to pack your things and leave with your precious daughter. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Bai Lian wanted to say something, but Aunt Liu pulled her back. She knew that confronting me head-on would not end well for them.
"Fine, fine, we'll leave," Aunt Liu gritted her teeth, venom in her eyes. "Jiang Yao, don't regret this!"
"Regret?" I laughed. "The only thing I regret is not kicking you two nuisances out sooner."
Three days later, Aunt Liu and Bai Lian left in disgrace.
Looking at the empty rooms, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
Next step: it was time to clean out the pests in the company.
I picked up my phone and dialed a number I was all too familiar with from my previous life: "Hello, Lawyer Zhang? This is Jiang Yao."
Jiang Group was built by my grandfather and my mom. My dad, Jiang Hong, had mediocre abilities; he could only hold onto the chairman position because he married my mom.
After my mom passed away, Aunt Liu schemed her way in, gradually placing her people in key positions to undermine my dad and attempt to turn the Jiang into her and Bai Lian's personal possession.
In my previous life, they succeeded.
In this life, not a chance!
On Monday, it was time for the shareholders' meeting.
Dressed in a sharp white suit and high heels, I arrived punctually at the conference room door.
"Miss?" The secretary at the entrance looked astonished.
I nodded and pushed the door open.
The conference room was bustling with activity. My father sat at the head of the table, with Aunt Liu beside him, smiling like a blooming White Lotus—oh no, that title belongs to her daughter. The board members were seated below, most of whom were uncles and older relatives who had watched me grow up, along with a few loyalists that Aunt Liu had placed in the ranks.
As I entered, everyone froze in place.
Aunt Liu was the first to recover, forcing a smile. “Jiang Yao, what are you doing here? This is a shareholders' meeting; children shouldn’t cause trouble.”
“Children?” I walked over to the empty seat next to my father and sat down nonchalantly. “Aunt Liu, it seems you’ve forgotten how I came to hold this thirty percent stake.”
Aunt Liu's expression stiffened.
One of the board members close to her, President Wang, quickly tried to smooth things over. “Oh dear, it’s a good thing that the young lady is interested in company affairs! A very good thing!”
“Interest is not quite the right word,” I said as I placed a document on the table and pushed it toward my father. “I’m here to announce something.”
“Dad, according to Mom’s will, I am now the second-largest shareholder of the company. Starting today, I will officially join the board and participate in company decisions.”
At this declaration, an uproar filled the room.
Aunt Liu and her loyalists turned pale.
Jiang Hong frowned. “Jiang Yao, you’re still in school; matters of the company…”
“Being in school doesn’t conflict with managing a company,” I interrupted him. “Besides, I trust that all of you uncles and older relatives will ‘guide’ me well, right?”
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