The Replacement Heir’s Revolt

I was the fake heir. When the real one was found, he was thin and dark. My parents felt so bad for him they immediately offered compensation.

But he said,

"I'm their biological son. If you're going to compensate, just give me the company!"

My whole family tried to persuade me:

"You're not their real son after all. It's time to give him back his place."

I smiled, nodded, and handed everything over.

The very next day, the company's biggest client, the core technical team, and all channel partners announced they would *only* work with me personally.