Shame My Sister, Face My Wrath
More than a dozen institutions are competing for the technology that my younger sister, Harper Prescott, created in her research project.
I return to the country just to host a college send-off party for her.
But when I reach home, I find Harper being hung from a helicopter like a kite. Panicking, I run forward to save her, but a haughty rich woman blocks my way.
"How dare she steal my precious niece's scholarship? This is her punishment!"
I personally selected that scholarship from over a dozen institutions. How did it become her niece's?
Seeing Harper's face turn purple as she falls unconscious, I demand they bring her down.
The woman throws a 100-thousand-dollar check at me and says, "I'd like to see who dares to let her down. Take this money as payment for your sister's life. The three Simmons brothers are my sons. Not to mention the life of a nobody like her, even with you included, I can still afford it!"
I am enraged!
The three Simmons brothers are just poor students whose education I funded. Three years ago, I went abroad for my medical treatment and let them manage the company for me.
I never expect them to use the power I gave them to let others bully Harper and me.
Very well.
I take a deep breath and call the three of them.
This time, I will let them know who really rules in Southford.