Nora’s fair and smooth face quickly showed a distinct mark of five fingers, swelling up and contrasting with her watery eyes.


    Pitiful.


    She extended a hand to touch her face, lifted her head, and sneered.


    “My brother? Heh… I don’t have such a wasteful brother like him. Don’t think that I know nothing.


    You want me to marry into a wealthy family to stabilize thepany, don’t you?”


    “Dream on!”


    After experiencing so much, she hade to understand.


    Men, her brother and family were all unreliable.


    They only saw her as someone useful.


    Since her father discovered that Cheyenne was better than herself. His attitude towards her had changed significantly.


    Such fragile family ties, as delicate as a dandelion, would scatter with a single blow. She didn’t care for it!


    Therefore, she had to rely on herself. She wanted to be independent, starting with gaining control over thepany.


    She overheard her father talking on the phone with someone, discussing the idea of marrying her off to a divorced man in his forties to secure funding for a new project.


    George didn’t have any other skills; he was an expert in selling women for personal gain. After all, thest time he married off Cheyenne, he received 100 million dors just for the dowry.


    But that man in his forties wasn’t Kelvin; he couldn’tpare to thetter in any way.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    The tremendous difference in fortune made Nora feel bitter. The Foley family should have proposed to her in the first ce if Old Mr. Foley hadn’t suddenly requested Cheyenne to be the bride.


    Then… now, Nora would be the mistress of the Foley family, and she wouldn’t have to suffer from being oppressed.


    Speaking of which, all her current misfortunes were caused by Cheyenne.


    Why did she have to show up on that afternoon?


    Why couldn’t she just disappear?


    She resented her father even more. He knew well that Cheyenne wasn’t his biological daughter, yet he kept her, causing trouble.


    Even now, Nora inadvertently saved someone, and it was still helping Cheyenne. Why?


    Why was fate so unfair to her?


    Channing didn’t care about their family disputes; he would die without a care. But before that, he had to seek justice for Cheyenne.


    “Enough! Stop wasting my time with meaningless affairs!”


    “Back then, the Lawrence family’spany belonged to the Edwards family. Sh had a total of twelvepanies, including the Nymphscape Group.”


    “You’ve upied it for far too long, and now… it’s time for it to be returned!”


    As the words fell, George and Mya’s faces changed. They quickly nced at each other, fear visible on their faces.


    Only Mya and he knew about this. The third person who knew had already died.


    How did he find out?


    Sh’s will stated that when Cheyenne’s biological father appeared, George should return Cheyenne and thepany.


    Since she was practically dead, what harm would it do if he tore up the will and betrayed his promise?


    He and Mya had plotted this together. So if the news leaked, it would only be one of them.


    George, of course, wasn’t foolish enough to reveal this secret himself. He couldn’t help but suspect whether Mya had let it slip.


    Questioning and angry eyes immediately turned towards Mya, freezing the room as if it had already entered the cold winter month.


    Mya’s face instantly paled, her expression faltering as she averted her gaze, trying to avoid George’s eyes.


    In truth, she wasn’t sure if it was her who leaked the information. During the period when she was dissatisfied with George’s affair outside, she would go out to y cards and drink with friends. She couldn’t remember anything after getting drunk. Could it be that she identally let it slip that time?


    After all, being married for so many years, just looking at her subconscious reaction, George could pretty much guess what she was thinking.


    With a somber expression, he red at her, and turned to the man who seemed cold and formidable, trembling slightly as he replied, “Wh-what Nymphscape Group? I don’t know!”


    In fact, twenty-five years ago, Nymphscape Group was one of the fewpanies that had reached a 100 million dors in annual turnover in an era of scarce resources.


    Its business was extensive, involving finance, real estate, steel, papermaking… ording to statistics, there were a total of eighty-nine industries at that time, and Nymphscape Group upied eighty-five of them. The remaining four were fully controlled by the state, or else they would have belonged to Nymphscape Group as well.


    Back then, Nymphscape Group, which garnered global attention, was recognized as one of the most influentialpanies worldwide.


    However, what aroused even more curiosity was the legal entity behind Nymphscape Group. On thepany’s registered capital list, all shareholders’ information could be clearly seen. But the legal entity of Nymphscape Group showed a solitary name – Lukas.


    Specific information couldn’t be found at all. Around the 90s, the once hugely popr Nymphscape Group suddenly disappeared without a trace, submerged by the tide of the times. The reason behind this sudden change waspletely unknown.


    The Edwards family’s textile factory was previously owned by Sh. No one knew that it was actually a gift he gave her when they divorced. The Edwards family had gone through hardships, and Wind Hall was on the verge of closing down. The Edwards family’s offspring scattered in different directions.


    Channing was worried for his own safety and didn’t know whether he could survive, so he gave her the most profitable industry under his name. Who knew that George, this despicable person, would scheme against her!


    “Is that so? Then why don’t you listen to this recording?” George reached into his pocket, took out his phone, opened the recording function, and found the passage Mya spoke when she was drunk.


    He yed it.


    A rustling sound apanied by interference came from the phone. It was clearly Mya’s voice.


    “Hmph, if it weren’t for me helping you plot to get Sh’s assets back then, you would still be a pauper now! Why do you despise me? George, you bastard.”


    A few days ago, he had approached Abel and mobilized the national security system to look into thepany’s information changes. Twenty-one years ago, just three days after Sh’s death, the Nymphscape Group suddenly became the Lawrence Group.


    Later, he approached the obstetrician and gynecologist who operated on Sh that day. ording to what he said, George went to visit the patient with a young woman. He didn’t need to think twice to know who that woman was.


    Knowing that Mya had been in a bad mood recently, Channing deliberately had someone get her drunk, extracted the truth from her, and recorded it.