Chapter 3: The Three-Hundred-Million-Dollar Deal

On the third day of Simon's takeover of Fullerton Group, a massive business opportunity appeared out of nowhere.

Q Holdings—the mysterious conglomerate from overseas—offered a cooperation deal valued at 300 million dollars.

Simon came rushing out of the office with his phone in hand, looking overjoyed. "It's that exact conglomerate, Dad! I actually landed us that 300-million-dollar project! I'll do my best and bring Fullerton Group to greater heights!"

Mom had tears in her eyes. "I knew you had it in you, Simon. What good did that adopted son do by working so hard for 26 years? You pulled it off in just three days!"

Simon tossed the documents onto the coffee table, causing the papers to scatter everywhere. He then collapsed onto the couch, crossed his legs, and tilted his chin toward me.

"Get over here, Daniel."

"You'd better watch your tone, Simon," I said as I rose from the chair by the window and walked toward him.

Simon was probably in a good mood, seeing as he was being unusually nice toward me. He lightly kicked the edge of the coffee table and said, "Do you see that, Daniel? Q Holdings is coming to me for a 300-million-dollar deal!"

I lowered my head and glanced over the documents spread open in front of me. I noticed the "D" initial on the bottom right corner of the signature line, gleaming slightly under the overhead lights.

Stella held her phone right in front of me, showing me the social media post on her feed that had nearly a hundred likes already. "Did you see that? What good did all your years of striving do, Daniel? Simon eventually bagged the massive deal!

"Mom was totally right. Simon and I are the ones who belong here, while you're nothing but an outsider greedily eyeing the Fullerton family's fortune. How greedy can you be, Daniel?"

I kept my gaze lowered.

Simon wiped the grin off his face and pushed the documents over to me. "You can handle this project, right, Daniel?"

Stella furrowed her brow. "Simon—"

"You'd better stay out of this, Stella," Simon said, cutting her off.

He then nudged my shin with his foot and continued, "You're supposed to be very capable, right? Didn't you transform that worthless company into something worth tens of millions of dollars? If even the lackey I raise has such ability, it means I must have done a great job raising it.

"You have three days to bring me a complete proposal, Daniel."

He paused for a moment, leaned closer, and hissed, "If you screw it up, I'll strip you down, kick you out of the Fullerton residence, and drag you through the streets for everyone to stare at, Daniel."

Simon's threat was piercing and ruthless.

Stella put her phone away and sank back into the couch, leaving absolute silence in the living room.

I lowered my gaze to the documents spread across the coffee table, then stared at the initial in the bottom right corner. "I'll do it."

Simon stared at me briefly. He was probably waiting for me to cry, get on my knees, and beg for forgiveness, but I remained completely expressionless instead.

Stella followed after Simon as he walked away. She walked past me, slamming her shoulder into mine as she passed without even glancing my way.

"Wait up, Simon!"

I was eventually left alone in the room. I stood by the coffee table and felt the thick stack of paper weighing down my hands.

Smiling faintly, I wondered if this was a blessing or a curse in disguise for Simon—and if he was prepared for what was coming.