Fake Heir’s Two Hundred Fifty Bonus Sparked My Family’s Downfall
I was the real son of the Lane family, lost and left outside for 27 years.
A year after I was brought back, I helped the Lane family’s company break into overseas markets, tripling its annual sales. However, at the end of the year, even the outsourced janitors got a 13th-month bonus, while the fake heir gave me just 250 dollars.
“The company made money, sure, but there are expenses everywhere. You’re just a low-level salesperson. All you do is talk. You should be grateful you got that much.”
I could not swallow it, so I went to argue with my biological sister, the general manager. She did not even look up. “Clive didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t have much education and no core skills. You were never qualified for management bonuses.”
My parents did not care either. They were too busy planning which country to take the fake heir to for the holidays.
I did not argue or make a scene. I just turned around and called Lane Corporation’s biggest rival.
“A salesperson who brought in 30 million dollars in the last year is looking to jump ship. Interested? I don’t have any other demands. I just want to see Lewis Corporation go under as soon as possible!”