The Heir They Chose, the Empire I Took

I was the fake heir. When the family’s biological son was finally found, he was skinny and deeply tanned. My parents felt sorry for him and offered to make it up to him.

But he said, “I’m your real son. If you want to compensate me, give me the company!”

The whole family tried to convince me. “You’re not their biological son, after all. It’s time you gave him back his place.”

I smiled, nodded, and handed everything over.

The next day, the company’s biggest client, its core technical team, and every one of its distributors announced that they would work only with me.