Peter's voice was cold; when he leaned forward slightly, his eyes never left Nexi.
"And I will also," he said slowly, "make sure Father knows about your little ambition to inherit Richardson Corporation."
The words sounded like horror music to Nexi.
Nexi froze. Her body stiffened as if she had been stuck by lightning.
Her eyes widened, and her lips trembled, but no words came out for a long while.
Deep inside, her heart thudded with fear. Her legs gave out, and she almost wanted to collapse on the ground.
She knew exactly what Peter meant.
After all, she was not related by blood to the Richardson family.
She was the daughter of her mother's first marriage, and when her mother married into the Richardson family, Father had made everything crystal clear.
Nexi could live under their roof. She could enjoy comfort. She could even receive a monthly allowance.
But she would never inherit a single penny from Richardson Corporation.
That privilege was for the true heirs.
