Chapter 3

Dad immediately contacted his assistant and arranged for me to join the company. Although it was an entry-level position, he assigned his trusted vice president, Henry Wright, to mentor me.

After assessing my current level of knowledge, he also arranged several private tutors for me, covering financial management and other related fields.

Gavin mumbled in discontent.

Julian’s expression stiffened for a moment.

Even the live commenters could not believe it.

“Wait, that worked? Girl that was fast!”

“I don’t get it. Why is MC insisting on disguising as a man and working so hard? Why not go shopping, have afternoon tea, and find a valuable partner to marry?”

No way, not for me.

I didn’t want to spend the money they handed out like charity, nor did I want to marry a husband they picked for me. I didn’t want to walk a path laid out for me.

That was why I had to fight.

I was going to fight for the position where I held the final say.

Life after that felt like it had been set to fast-forward.

I was learning under my new mentor as well as completing my day-to-day workload.

I learned how to coordinate affairs, allocate resources, figure out intricate interpersonal relationships, and master the art of balance and timing at the negotiation table.

After work, I still had to study under my private tutors to systematically build up my knowledge.

After I suggested announcing to the public that Giselle and I were fraternal twins, any reservation she’d had for me vanished. In private, she was exceptionally close to me and took great care of me.

Julian remained friendly on the surface.

Only I knew that he held the strongest vigilance toward me.

It just wasn’t the time to clash with him yet.

Gavin’s dissatisfaction with me was written all over his face, but I never held it against him.

On the contrary, whenever he made a mistake, I always spoke up in his defense in front of Mom and Dad, helping him dodge punishment.

After all, a foolish younger brother was much easier to deal with than a smart one.

That day, among the noisy chatter of the bullet comments, I caught word that Gavin was in trouble.

When leaving work, I intentionally took a detour to the section of the road where the incident occurred.

Gavin was surrounded by a crowd, his face bruised and swollen.

“This rich kid hit someone, refused to pay, even beat them up! Where’s justice in this?”

“The Morgan family uses power to step on people! This guy must be sent to jail!”

I walked over. “What happened here?”

Seeing me, Gavin felt a moment of embarrassment before stubbing his chin out and snapping, “What’s it to you?”

Someone recognized me and shouted loudly:

“Your brother was drag racing, hit someone, refused to pay, and even beat people up! Your family had better take care of this mess, or just wait for the news tomorrow. Let’s see how your stocks will do!”

Gavin cursed in fury, “Bullshit! You just flat out demanded five million. Do you take me for an idiot? I’d rather go to jail than give you a single cent!”

Several people pulled out their phones: “This should go viral. Drag the Morgan name through the mud!”

I raised my hand to stop them.

“People who weren’t on the scene can’t judge the situation. As it happens, I have something here that should clear the picture.”

Gavin’s face turned pale. “I knew you weren’t here to help me out...”

I ignored him and pulled up my phone.

“This is surveillance footage from a nearby shop. As far as I’m concerned, my brother was driving at a permitted speed when you jumped out in front of his car. He tried to reason with you, but you got physical and hit him first.”

“No way! We looked for a surveillance dead zone—”

After that, the group froze.

I smiled and pulled up a screenshot.

“You took ten grand from someone to frame my brother. I’ve already sent the evidence to the police.”

Before long, police cars arrived and took the group away.

Gavin looked at me, utterly dumbfounded.

“How... how did you know?”

I rolled my eyes at him: “Real victims would just take the money and call it a day. Those guys blew the matter up and deliberately provoked you. It was clearly a setup. I just asked a hacker friend to help get the evidence.”

The look in Gavin’s eyes completely changed.

There was disbelief, mixed with gratitude.

But most of all, there was admiration.