Semua Bab Who's The Loser Heir?: Bab 1 - Bab 8

The city of Wisteria was a symphony of glass and steel, a vertical landscape where ambition soared as high as the tallest skyscrapers. In its heart, the Mack Group tower, a monolith of corporate power, pierced the clouds.Within its polished, sterile confines, a silent ballet unfolded daily, performed by the unseen army of cleaners who kept the gears of commerce turning. Among them was Davina Quinton, a young woman whose unassuming uniform and quiet demeanor belied a mind sharper than any executive’s, and a lineage more powerful than any dynasty in Wisteria.For three years, Davina had meticulously cultivated this ordinary existence. Her life was a carefully constructed facade, a deliberate escape from the gilded cage of her past. She was the secret heir to the Quinton Consortium, a name that commanded respect and fear in Townsville, a city far removed from Wisteria’s glittering facade.Her parents, Derek and Amanda Quinton, had once been at the epicenter of a world-shaking power stru

The arrival of Lionel Mack at the gates of the Locke residence was like a sudden, freezing gust of wind in the middle of a summer afternoon.The air, previously thick with the arrogant taunts of the Lockes and Laureen Rogers, was now paralyzed by the sheer presence of the man who held the keys to Wisteria’s corporate kingdom. Davina stood frozen, her cheek still stinging from Laureen’s slap, her mind racing to adjust to this unexpected turn of events.Behind her, the Locke family—Ron, Ellen, and Kevin—looked as if they had been struck by lightning. Their faces, which moments ago were twisted in masks of cruel superiority, were now pale and twitching with a mixture of terror and frantic hope. Laureen Rogers, usually so poised and condescending, found herself suddenly speechless, her hand still raised from the blow she had delivered to Davina.From their vantage point a block away, the members of Team Quinton 2.0 were equally stunned. Dylan Jones gripped the steering wheel of his Rolls

The morning mist still clung to the glass spires of Wisteria as Davina Quinton stepped out of the unassuming taxi. She was back in the city she had called home for three years, but the air felt different today. It was no longer the air of a self-imposed exile; it was the air of a battlefield.She smoothed down her janitor’s uniform, the fabric familiar and grounding. To the world, she was still Davina, the quiet girl with the mop. But beneath the blue polyester beat the heart of a Quinton heir, and in her pocket, her phone buzzed with the encrypted message from Carrie Warner that had pulled her back from Townsville.Special contract signing. Mack Group and Locke Group. 10:00 AM. Executive Suite.The message was a paradox. Lionel Mack had terminated the partnership with the Lockes in front of Davina’s very eyes. He had slapped Kevin and Laureen and declared them finished in Wisteria. So how was a contract being signed less than twenty-four hours later?As she entered the Mack Group lob

The black SUV glided through the streets of Wisteria, its tinted windows a shield against the curious eyes of the city. Inside, the atmosphere was one of focused, lethal preparation. Davina Quinton sat in the back seat, her gaze fixed on the passing skyline. Beside her, Jade Chen was meticulously checking a set of sleek, high-tech communication earpieces, while Kora Del Toro, behind the wheel, was coordinating with the Metro City and Townsville teams via a secure, holographic interface on the dashboard. "The fire drill has bought us exactly forty-five minutes," Kora reported, her voice as steady as the vehicle she was driving. "Thomas Rogers and the Lockes are currently in the lobby, fuming. The board members are trying to reconvene in the secondary executive suite on the 42nd floor. They think they can finalize the signing before Lionel can legally contest the board’s emergency vote." "They’re in for a surprise," Davina said, her voice a low, resonant calm. She looked down at the