Chapter 2

I kicked Marcus flying off the stage with one foot, and everyone looked on in disbelief.

"Damien Sullivan, how dare you be so reckless and do such a thing to Marcus!"

My eldest sister Victoria Sullivan, still on stage, was furious, and my second sister Isabelle Sullivan rushed over and slapped me across the face.

"An adopted son dares to bully Marcus like this—how audacious! I think you're looking for punishment!"

They were trembling with rage, never expecting that the usually timid me would actually strike back at this moment.

In their impression, at most I would run to Dad's grave to cry and complain, and then just accept my fate.

"I'd like to ask you—when did this child you brought home from outside go through legal adoption procedures? How can he replace my identity?"

Looking at Victoria and Isabelle twisting the truth, my eyes were full of coldness. I was truly stupid before, wanting to please them so badly that I yielded everywhere and let Marcus impersonate my identity.

Hearing my cold words, Victoria's face darkened as she scolded angrily:

"Damien Sullivan, what are you talking about? We brought him home to care for him and let him stay with the Sullivan family, yet you publicly assault the Sullivan family's only heir!"

Isabelle could barely contain her anger:

"It's all my fault. I thought I'd let you see the world, but I didn't expect your delusions to be this severe—imagining yourself as the Sullivan family heir and making a scene in public like this."

With Victoria's support, Marcus had already returned to the stage. He looked at me with feigned grievance:

"Damien, I never thought that my constant accommodation of you would make you mistakenly believe you were the Sullivan family heir."

"It's all my fault—I've been too compliant with you in daily life. But Damien, you absolutely shouldn't cause trouble on such an important occasion!"

The three of them twisting the truth made all the guests at the banquet whisper among themselves:

"A child brought home by the Sullivan family—instead of keeping a low profile and behaving well in the Sullivan house, he dares to hit the real heir. This is outrageous!"

"Does he want to be sent to the dog kennels to feed the dogs?"

Hearing the guests' comments below, Victoria secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she waved her hand, commanding the security guards around:

"Since he can't recognize reality, I now announce that as long as we're here, you'll never be allowed to step through the Sullivan family's doors again!"

"Someone, throw him out!"

The security guards all approached the stage menacingly.

Looking at these approaching guards, my eyes became even colder:

"Victoria, who gave you the courage to target the Sullivan family's true heir in public?"

"Don't forget, before Father died, he made a will witnessed by lawyers—I am the sole heir to the entire family trust and estate."

Hearing my firm tone, Victoria and Isabelle's eyes flashed with panic. But then Victoria frowned and quickly snorted coldly:

"Damien Sullivan, what are you pretending? How could someone like you, who only joined the Sullivan family later, be the heir?"

The security guards had already surrounded me menacingly.

Isabelle also recovered, speaking with superiority:

"Damien, you really have the nerve to speak! Don't forget that everything you're wearing right now was given by us!"

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and throw him out of here!"

Seeing the security guards getting closer, I angrily grabbed a wine bottle from behind me and smashed it.

"Listen carefully—I am the Sullivan family's only heir. I'd like to see who dares to touch me!"