Chapter 3


    Chapter 3


    “Mr. Smith said that you can choose not to go back now, but you have to ept the management rights


    of the Smith Group’s Angle Group in Frant City, and the profits of the group this year must be five


    percent higher than that of thest year.”


    “He also said that if you refuse to ept it, the Fallen Group might end up miserably.”


    Grace silently gritted her teeth.


    Before Old Mr. Fallen died, Grace had promised him that she would manage the Fallen Group well for


    him, so she couldn’t allow the Fallen Group to copse.


    “Dad knows clearly about my soft underbelly, but he does not attack it and force me to go home.


    Instead, he only asks me to take over the Angle Group.


    What is he going to do?” Grace thought in confusion.


    “Alright, deal!”


    Grace took the pen, signed her name, and took the VIP ck card with a deposit of 5 billion dors.


    Looking at the dark golden card, she shook her head with a helpless smile.


    A few minutes ago, she was so poor that she only had ten dors, not even enough for hailing a taxi.


    Could it be that she luckily acquired sudden wealth?


    The agreement with her father provided that her bank ount had been frozen and she must hide her


    real identity.


    Before the divorce, Grace’s mother-inw and aunt-inw hated the poor and fawned over the rich.


    They never took Grace seriously.


    If they knew that Grace was actually Grace Smith, the youngest daughter of the Smith family, the


    richest one in the country and that she was a super-rich woman with a worth of billions of dors,


    how surprised they would be?


    She remembered that before she regained her memory, her good friend in the orphanage was dying.


    She knelt down and kowtowed, begging her mother-inw, Yvonne Fallen, to lend her money.


    Yvonne proudly took out a tinum card but did not hand it to her. Instead, she showed it off. “Guess


    how much money is in it? 200,000 dors. You have never seen so much money, have you?”


    “But even if I use it to buy dog food, I won’t lend you a penny! Your poor friend is nothingpared to


    my dog.”


    At the thought of it, Grace clenched her fists, a hint of mockery shing across her eyes. She would like


    to teach these two snobs a lesson and vent her anger if she had the chance!


    While Grace was immersed in her thoughts, someone unexpectedly grabbed her wrist from behind.


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    Grace turned around, only to see her previous mother-inw, Yvonne Fallen.


    Yvonne was holding her chin high with a dissatisfied expression. Behind her were several richdies


    with multiple shopping bags in their hands. It seemed that they had just finished shopping.


    Grace quietly slid the ck card into her bag and asked coldly, “What’s the matter?”


    Yvonne paused at first, surprised at Grace’s indifference. In the past, Grace had been cowardly when


    facing Yvonne.


    “Who allowed you to make a fool of yourself? Have you finished the housework? Have you cooked


    lunch? If you starve my son, I’ll skin you alive!”


    “Look at your ugly clothes! You’ve been Mrs. Fallen for a few years, but you are still ragged. What a


    shame! Get back home right now!”


    “Make a fool of myself?”


    Grace burst intoughter as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. “After I married into the


    Fallen family, you deliberately fired the servan t s in the vi, forced me to quit my job, wash clothes,


    cook for your son, and be a good wife. I did it, but were you satisfied?”


    “No, you went even further. You used me of stealing your jewelry and took the opportunity to


    confiscate the shares that Old Mr. Fallen gave me. You even forced me to kneel in the heavy rain as a


    punishment. Have you forgotten all of this?”


    Thedies behind Yvonne tutted. They had heard that Yvonne had been mean to her daughter-inw,


    but they didn’t expect her to be so mad.


    Aware that the tension between Yvonne and Grace reached boiling point, thedies found excuses to


    leave one after another.


    “What, what nonsense are you talking about?”


    Yvonne had nned to interrupt Grace several times, but she failed because of Grace’s interminable


    comint.


    “You know very well whether I’m talking nonsense.”


    Grace raised her chin proudly and said with a sharp look, “I’ve tolerated you in the past. If you provoke


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