Chapter 1
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No one had anticipated that control would fall to Sterling Grant, the adopted son.
Sterling Grant possesses tactics and schemes that ordinary people cannot handle; not only do the Grants fear him, but we Lawrences are afraid as well.
Not to mention me, a lone daughter from a minor branch of the Lawrence family, too insignificant to have any standing.
Beads of sweat formed on Miles Lawrence's forehead.
"Hurry up and get over here to properly apologize to Grandmother Grant and Uncle Grant."
I walked over with my head lowered.
Before I could open my mouth, he coldly interrupted me.
"Sit here and peel shrimp for me."
I was stunned, and even Frost Lawrence, who was sitting beside Sterling, was taken aback.
She didn't react immediately, her eyes darting back and forth before her face suddenly turned pale. She hurriedly stood up to offer her seat.
The Grant family members looked at me with strange expressions.
Originally at this family banquet, I was just brought along by Miles Lawrence as a setup for Frost.
The Grant Family Matriarch and my grandmother were bosom friends.
In recent years, under Sterling Grant's leadership, the family's status has risen dramatically. In just three years, they have firmly secured the top position in the southern city.
This was why everyone in the Grant family feared Sterling Grant.
Old Mrs. Grant was anxiously trying to select a wife for the Grant household and had hinted at Miles Lawrence several times.
When he finally realized what was happening, he understood the old lady was implying the Lawrence family's daughter. After a moment of wild joy, worry settled over him.
A year ago, due to financial issues, he had already verbally promised Frost Lawrence to the Porter family's second son, Zachary Porter.
After much calculation, they could only push me forward, a niece from the lesser branch of the family.
