Latte for Me, Mansion for Him

I am the long-lost true heir of the Kensington family.

In just the second month after reconciling with the Kensington family, I solved a technical problem that the Kensington Corp's Military Research Institute had failed to crack for five whole years.

Yet, my adoptive brother, Sean Kensington, the fake heir, exchanged my patent bonus worth millions for a 20-percent-off coupon for a cup of latte.

I went to my older sister, Sonya, the CEO, but she simply waved her hand dismissively, completely unconcerned.

"Enough, Wesley. Sean just did it for your own good. If you're holding onto that much money, what if some organization set their eyes on you? This way, your safety is protected.

"Besides, you've only come to the city not long ago. I doubt you've ever had something like a latte before. Take it as a chance to experience it. I'll even give you another ten dollars. You can buy yourself another cup."

I looked at the condescension in her eyes, planning to send the recording to our parents.

Yet, I saw on their social media that they had just bought a seaside mansion and a luxury car as a celebration gift for Sean's achievements.

Then, I glanced at the coupon they had just sent me.

[You did help Sean after all. Your father and I bought you a cake as a reward. Go pick it up yourself.]

I checked the price. After discount, it was a mere 13 bucks.

They had to be kidding me.

I directly dialed the number of Kensington Corp's rival company, Jet Group.

"I think the exclusive patent for this new missile should be yours. From now on, all my research results will only be shared with Jet Group."

"Are you for real, Dr. Lowe?" The person on the other end of the call was so excited that they almost sounded incoherent.

I furrowed my brows.

"What? Don't you want it? I can be joking as well."

"No. No. I'm the one joking. I'll take a flight and come and get you right away. Besides, we will arrange a private mansion on Bailey Island, so that you can have a proper holiday and some rest."

They continued, "This technology of yours alone could generate hundreds of millions in direct profit, not to mention the value of patent transfers. We're talking about a deal worth over a billion. Are you really not planning to cooperate with Kensington Corp anymore?"

I replied impatiently, "Yes. No more cooperation."

Then, I hung up.

Looking at the large discount coupon pushed to my screen by some unknown cafe, I suddenly chuckled.

This thing was not even as good as a buy-one-get-one-half-off deal.

It was probably some grand opening coupon picked up from a random college student on the way to the company.

Just as I was looking at it, Sean Kensington entered my office. Seeing the coupon on my desk, he chuckled and said, "Wesley, why haven't you used the coupon? I mean, you probably don't know what a latte is, right? You can search online. It's a pretty great drink."

He added, "You just came from the mountains, you should probably catch up on some basic knowledge. Otherwise, you might get lost when chatting with people."

My expressions and tone darkened, "I don't eat that sort of junk food. I only eat healthy, natural food."

Before I could say it cost tens of thousands, Sean walked over to me and patted me on my face.

He pinched my cheeks to get me to stop talking.

"Alright, you can stop with your pretentious act. You've probably studied too much that you're delirious. Healthy and natural, huh? Looks more like you've been eating wild vegetables in the countryside for too long and started talking nonsense."

Sean smiled and looked at me smugly.

The colleagues around him bawled out in laughter, mocking me.

"Yes, you just came out of the mountains. I don't know why you are pretending to know everything."

"People like you are the most disgusting. All you know how to do is be pretentious. Mr. Kensington is still the best. He's friendly and gentle. He would never be arrogant. Working with leaders like him will make our lives better."

"Mr. Kensington is handsome and talented, unlike Wesley, who has nothing. He doesn't know anything at all. He's just a piece of useless trash. Haha!"

The group of people clearly knew which ass to kiss and who to ingratiate. Since Sean was their leader, of course, every flattery went to him.

Amidst the laughter, Sean suddenly lowered his head with a sad expression as if I bullied him.

"Sigh. Unlucky me for being the adoptive son of the Kensington family. Mr. Lowe has it much better than I do. He is being favored in the Kensington family. Unlike me, I can only rely on my hard work. I have been working late every night to prove myself."

Then, he started to choke up.

I almost lost it. What the hell was wrong with this man?

Once he started to choke up, the entire group went up to console him. The next second, Sonya, our sister, the CEO, rushed out of her office, her high heels clacking quickly toward Sean.

"Sean, are you alright? Did Wesley bully you again?"

Tears welled up in Sean's eyes. He looked up at Sonya and said with a catch in his throat, "No, Sonya. I just think that it's all very unfair. That's all. I only want to be your real younger brother."

Sonya pulled Sean into her arms and caressed his head, saying dotingly, "There, there, Sean. No matter what, you will forever be my younger brother. Don't worry. With me around, no one will dare to bully you!"

Then, she looked at me, strode over, and slapped me out of the blue, not even giving me a chance to explain.

She yelled, "Wesley Lowe, I'm warning you. You'd better behave! Don't think that just because you're the true heir to the Kensington family, you can bully Sean! Your honor was given to you by the Kensington family. Do not embarrass them! Go right now and finish the report! You didn't even hand in last week's report! Do it right away!"

It was probably the research progress report that Sean forgot to hand in the week before because he was too busy spending his time in bars.

I clutched my face, looking at Sonya, and suddenly chuckled.

What a shitty work environment. Cheap research equipment, not to mention the expired drinks and snacks.

"If Kensington Corp doesn't like me anymore, just say so. No need to beat around the bush. From today onward, I will no longer have anything to do with this crappy company."