When the True Heir Returns, the Impostor Runs Wild
I am not my parents' biological son. When they find their son and bring him back, he looks skinny and malnourished. My parents feel sorry for him, so they offer him compensation.
But Kenneth Lawson says, "I am your son. If you are going to compensate me, then give me the company."
My family persuades me by saying, "You are not related by blood after all. You should return the position to him."
With a smile, I hand everything over to him.
The next day, the company's biggest client, core technical team, and all distributors announce that they will only work with me.
My parents panic and rush to beg me.
I fold my arms and say, "Tell your biological son to come and beg me—the employee—to go back."