All Chapters of Whatever. I'm Here to Destroy the Company: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

In that moment, the surrounding guests lowered their voices to whisper among themselves."How tragic. Their own flesh and blood, publicly cast out.""She just wasn't born to wealth, I suppose. Three years back in the family, and she still reeks of small-town manners.""Now look at Cathleen. She's someone with class. Exactly what you'd expect from the Newark family's careful upbringing."I kept my head down, my shoulders trembling slightly.Cathleen Newark thought I was crying. She gathered the hem of her six-figure haute couture dress and strode smugly over to me, her voice dripping with false gentleness."Abby, don't be sad. Even though Mom and Dad gave me the shares, we'll always be family. As long as you're willing, there will always be a place for you at the Newark family table."My biological mother, Rita Rowan, stood nearby, her face twisted with disgust as she shielded Cathleen as though I carried some contagious disease."Cathleen, you're too kind! Why waste words on an

Chapter 2

After the banquet, the happy family of three waited for me in the back lounge.The moment the door closed, Rita's elegant mask crumbled into pure contempt."Who are you making that sour face for? You've signed the papers. Move out of the villa tomorrow. Stop getting in Cathleen's way."Cathleen lounged on the sofa, admiring her freshly done nails, and said with indifference, "Abby, don't take Mom's bluntness personally. I've already had your things packed. They're right by the back door, next to the trash bins."I pulled out a chair, sat down like I owned the place, and dropped every trace of tears and weakness.I crossed one leg over the other, pulled a mint from my bag, and popped it into my mouth. "Moving out is fine."I raised my eyes and swept a cold gaze across the three of them. "Pay up."The air froze for three seconds.Gary slammed the table and shot to his feet. "What did you say? You have the nerve to ask for money? Three years we fed you, housed you, and now you dar

Chapter 3

The moment the money hit my account, I canceled my old phone number, changed my address, and hit the enter key.That was the final failsafe the original owner of this body had left behind.It was a time-delayed logic lock.Once I, the admin account holder, processed my own resignation from the backend, the entire core system of the Newark Group would begin its countdown to self-destruction.While I sat back in peace, counting my money, all hell broke loose inside the Newark Group tower."Mr. Newark! We have a major problem!" The tech director stumbled into the chairman's office. "Every encrypted file is locked! The client database is sealed off! There's nothing on the system screen but a red countdown clock. It says… it says we have twenty-four hours before all the data gets wiped!""What?!"The coffee cup shattered in Gary's hand."Quick! Get Cathleen in here! She built this system. She'll know what to do."Half an hour later, they rushed Cathleen from the beauty parlor s

Chapter 4

Of course, I knew Cathleen wouldn't let things end there. But I didn't expect her to move so fast—or play so dirty.On my way back from the bank after wiring the funds, a plain white van with no license plates suddenly cut off my taxi. Several men in black ski masks piled out, yanked open the door without a word, and pressed an ether-soaked rag over my mouth and nose.I held my breath and played along, pretending to pass out. I didn't mind playing the bait if it meant trapping the rats.When I came to, I found myself in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.The air stank of grease and mildew.Rough hemp rope bound me to a rusty iron chair. Seven or eight burly men with clubs stood around me. And Cathleen loomed above, looking down like she'd already won."Abby. Look at you now."She twirled a folding knife in her hand, every trace of fake kindness ripped from her face. Underneath was something ugly and vicious."What's the password? Transfer that 10 million back, and

Chapter 5

"Abby… Abby, I was wrong! I don't know what came over me! Please, just let me go!"Cathleen dropped to her knees and kowtowed frantically, her forehead soon split and bleeding.I grabbed a fistful of her meticulously styled hair and dragged her like a dead dog to a battered table in the middle of the warehouse."Let you go? When I begged you to let me go in that freezing attic, what did you do?"I pulled out my phone, adjusted the angle, and didn't call the police.What I had in mind would make her wish I had.My fingers flew across the screen. I hacked straight into the Newark Group's emergency board meeting.Up on the top floor of the Newark Group tower, Gary and Rita were already drowning in front of a room full of furious shareholders."Gary! Can the system be restored or not? If not, step down immediately!""The stock has hit the limit-down! Who's going to cover our losses?"Gary mopped his forehead. "Everyone, just give me a little more time. Cathleen is working on—"T

Chapter 6

Half an hour after the livestream cut out, Gary and Rita stormed into the warehouse like madmen, dragging a small army of bodyguards behind them.The moment they stepped through the door and saw the wounded rolling on the floor and Cathleen trembling in the corner, Rita let out a piercing wail. She threw herself at her daughter."My precious Cathleen! Look what she did to you! Does it hurt?"Cathleen, now that her backup had arrived, cranked up the waterworks. "Mom! Abby is a monster! She tried to kill me!"Gary's face turned the color of forged iron. He jabbed a finger at me—I was sitting on an oil drum wiping my hands—and roared, "You animal! How could you do this to your own sister?! Where's your humanity?"Rita piled on with her own venom. "I always knew you were a curse! We never should have claimed you in the first place! Call the police! We're calling the police! Lock her up and throw away the key!"Watching these parents twist black into white, I couldn't help but laugh.

Chapter 7

I strode out of the warehouse, the sunlight behind me blinding and bright.Behind me, the three members of the Newark family stewed in endless darkness and fear.I didn't waste any time after leaving.For a family as rotten to the core as the Newarks, physical punishment alone wasn't enough. I needed to destroy what they truly valued—power and wealth.Back at my place, I fired up my computer.That ten million had already been laundered clean through a series of offshore accounts.Using the built-in advantages from the Quick Transmigration Bureau, I started shorting Newark Group stock like crazy on the secondary market.At the same time, I packaged up the edited video evidence—Cathleen's face blurred out, but her voice and key details intact, along with the truth behind the Newark Group's system collapse—and sent it straight to every media outlet known for digging up scandals.That night, X exploded.#NewarkFamilyFakeHeiressHiresKillers#RealHeiressIsTheRealTechGenius#Newark

Chapter 8

One week later, at the Newark family villa.The once-magnificent mansion now lay in shambles. Priceless antique vases had shattered across the floor. The servants had long since packed their bags and fled. Even the security guards at the gate were nowhere to be seen.Gary sat on the living room sofa, his hair turned gray, looking as though he'd aged a decade overnight.To plug the gaping hole in the company's finances, he'd sold off every property, every car, every share of stock he owned. He'd even mortgaged the villa itself. But it was like pouring a cup of water into a burning building.Rita sat on the floor, her hair a wild mess, wailing at the top of her lungs, "Why is my life so miserable?! Gary, you useless failure! How could you let the company go under?!""Shut up!" Gary's eyes went bloodshot. He backhanded her across the face. "If you hadn't spoiled that useless daughter of yours, the company would still be standing!"The slap stunned Rita into silence. Then the two of

Chapter 9

Gary thought he could escape responsibility by committing Cathleen to a mental hospital? How naive.I filed a formal lawsuit against Cathleen for kidnapping and extortion—as the victim.Sure, the Newark family produced a so-called "mental illness certificate." But I hired the top legal team in the country. And the video evidence I provided showed Cathleen thinking clearly, acting with clear purpose. Nothing like a psychotic episode.In the courtroom, Cathleen sat in an orange prison uniform, her hands cuffed. She stared at me in the plaintiff's seat—polished, untouchable—and wept her tears."Abby! I curse you! You'll die a horrible death! You already left—why did you have to come back and destroy me?!"She howled like a wounded animal.I looked back at her, calm and expressionless."I didn't destroy you. Your own greed and cruelty did. If you'd just stayed in your lane, even after I left, you could have gone on playing the rich heiress. Too bad. The human heart is a bottomless p

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