Three months later, Wright Group held its annual shareholders' meeting. This was the final day of judgment I had prepared for them. The conference room was crowded with shareholders and reporters alike.Everett sat next to me like a lifeless puppet. Charlotte was there as well, gaining entry through a reporter she knew. She had lost a lot of weight. Her eyes held fear, along with a faint, unrealistic glimmer of hope.I stepped up to the podium, but instead of discussing the company's performance, I had my assistant display a document on the big screen—two DNA paternity test reports from professional laboratories.The results revealed a 99.99% DNA match between me and Wright Group's founder, Patrick Wright. Everett's sample, however, showed no blood relation to him at all.A heavy silence filled the room. Everett shot to his feet and pointed at me. "It's fake! Everything is fake! You fabricated the evidence! I'm the rightful son of the Wright family!" he yelled in a frenzy.Ignorin
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