He threw me out on the street after inheriting 75 million, believing I was a burden. But when the lawyer read the final clause, his triumphant smile turned into a face of panic.

There was only the cold, steady gaze of Sterling, who was calmly packing up the papers.

“You’re lying,” Curtis finally spat, his voice barely above a whisper. “This is all a lie. You can’t do this to me. I’m his son! I deserve this!”

But his protests were nothing more than a desperate attempt to hold onto the riches slipping through his fingers.

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