My adoptive sister and I were chosen by my mother as the candidates for the next heir.
She gave us each a sum of money, promising that whoever could multiply it the fastest would inherit her position.
To prevent the company from falling into outsiders’ hands, I, Olivia Scott, invested everything I had into a single stock.
After all, I was nicknamed the Queen of Wall Street.
As the stock began to rise, the board members who supported me cheered excitedly in the conference room.
But just then, Madison Scott kicked the door open.
“Hahaha, what a pity! The moment you bought that stock, your people tipped me off to grab it too. Impressive, Queen of Wall Street! Watching it soar like this is truly delightful.”
I glared at her, and the next second, her men carried in my father’s urn to threaten me.
“You have two choices. One: dump your shares now, take the little cash, and walk away. Two: I’ll toss your father’s ashes.”
…
A fire of rage burned in my chest, while the shareholders scolded Madison with open contempt.
“You animal, if you have any ability, win the succession fair and square!”
“Who respects someone who only plays dirty tricks behind the scenes?”
Madison sneered, then suddenly kicked Aunt Grace to the ground. Her eyes hardened as she ground her heel into Grace’s hand.
“You’re nothing! Who the hell do you think you are to lecture me?”
I hurled an ashtray at her, but her men intercepted it.
“Madison, let her go!”
She turned back to meet my furious eyes, smiling mockingly.
“Sis—or should I say, Queen of Wall Street—have you made your choice yet?”
“Everyone says you’re daddy’s girl, so let’s see—between family and power, which will you choose?”
“If you give up your father’s ashes for ambition, how are you any different from me? Just another beast, right, Grace?”
She stomped down on Grace’s hand again, making her scream in agony.
I knew she was using this to intimidate me and send a warning to the board members who backed me.
“Damn it, the stock’s already at 25! If she forces Olivia to sell now, she’ll never recover.”
The room fell silent as everyone stared at the screen—the stock I’d bought kept climbing.
Madison walked to the window, holding my father’s urn.
“Olivia, I’ll count to three. If you don’t sell, your father’s ashes go flying.”
I was unwilling—furious—but I had no choice. My eyes burned red, and the room grew silent, filled with pitying stares.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One—”
“Stop! Damn it, I’ll sell, alright?”
Madison’s smile widened with satisfaction.
“Well, well! Who dares to push my dear sister to the brink? Whoever it is, I’ll make sure to reward them generously! Hahaha!”
Everyone understood the hidden threat—either stand with her or die. Because she was winning, and that was the reality.
Shaking with rage, I followed her orders and dumped the stock, handing my hard-earned gains to her.
Madison pranced around with a self-made swan dance, pulled out a cigarette, and one of the shareholders eager to side with her quickly lit it.
She exhaled a puff of smoke right into my face, her arrogant smirk making me want to tear her apart with my bare hands.
