Chapter 3

The sound of the bottle shattering combined with my roar made the entire banquet hall fall silent.

All the security guards were intimidated by my presence.

Then I looked at Victoria and Isabelle with cold eyes:

"Victoria, Isabelle, you're still twisting the truth here! This person you brought home relies on your backing and acts without restraint!"

"Not only does he live in the Sullivan house now, but he even wants to impersonate my identity and inherit the Sullivan family! You really are lawless in the Sullivan house!"

Victoria's face grew darker, her voice ice-cold:

"Damien Sullivan, I think you're the lawless one—not only did you publicly hit Marcus, but you've also ruined the banquet we carefully prepared!"

"Do you think you can muddy the waters and get the Sullivan family inheritance this way?"

Many guests whispered among themselves:

"Damien is so ungrateful! He's already entered the Sullivan family, yet he still plays these tricks trying to steal the inheritance!"

"But I keep feeling like this Damien has a noble air about him—he seems more like the Sullivan family heir. Who's telling the truth and who's lying?"

Hearing the guests' voices below, Isabelle's eyes blazed with anger:

"Damien, your delusions are getting worse and worse. There's only one heir here, and that's Marcus!"

"What are you still standing around for? Throw him out now!"

After a pause, Victoria spoke with an extremely grim expression:

"Since he's bullying Marcus like this, let's just give him some severe punishment to teach him a lesson, so others don't think the Sullivan family has no rules."

When they mentioned that "place for handling trouble," the rage in my heart instantly filled my entire chest.

In my previous life, they always sided with Marcus, whom they'd brought home.

Whenever Marcus wasn't satisfied, they would target me. To please them, I could only endure again and again, even giving up my position as heir.

But in the end, Marcus said he wanted to watch a "thrilling performance."

They threw me directly into the underground fighting ring my father had used to deal with adversaries during his lifetime, where I died from severe injuries in the lawless combat.

Before I died, I couldn't understand—I was the one with blood ties to the Sullivan family, so why did they favor someone brought in from outside so much?

In this life, after careful investigation, I finally understood the reason.

Thinking of this, my gaze at them grew even colder:

"You want to throw me into the fighting ring? What gives you the authority to treat me like this? Aren't you afraid Grandmother will find out?"

Isabelle's face paled instantly. She leaned close to Victoria's ear and whispered:

"Victoria, if the Sullivan family grandmother finds out we wanted to throw Damien into that kind of place, it'll be terrible. Let's just throw him out instead."

Watching Isabelle's frightened appearance, I couldn't help but laugh mockingly.

The entire Sullivan family was established single-handedly by Grandmother. She only had my father as a child.

After my father died, Grandmother personally named me the heir to the entire Sullivan family estate according to my father's will and official legal documents, while she retired to Europe.

Victoria and Isabelle weren't actually my real sisters—they were my mother's brother's daughters.

It was only because their parents died young and my mother begged my father for half a month that he finally allowed them to enter our Sullivan household, and they took the Sullivan surname.

Although Victoria trembled when she heard about the Sullivan family grandmother, she still spoke firmly:

"What's there to fear? Once Marcus inherits the Sullivan family, what can Grandmother say even if she's unhappy?"

I just laughed mockingly: "I'm standing here today—who can steal my identity as the Sullivan family heir?"

Hearing my words, Victoria pointed at me with towering rage:

"Someone like you still dares to speak such nonsense here? You really think you're the Sullivan family heir!"

"You're all still hesitating? I'll put it this way—ten thousand per punch to anyone who hits him. Cash paid immediately!"

As soon as she finished speaking, one of the security guards rushed over and punched me hard.

"Someone brought into the Sullivan family dares to cause such trouble here? Don't you know your place!"

Touching my aching nose, I was laughing from anger.

A security guard I'd never even seen dared to rush over and punch me—it seemed Victoria and Isabelle really thought they could cover the sky with one hand in the Sullivan family.

My expression grew colder as I kicked him hard in the left kneecap.

In pain, the security guard immediately knelt before me.

"Victoria, Isabelle, you two really have great power! Spending ten thousand just to have someone punch me! Who gave you the authority to dispose of the Sullivan family's assets so freely?"

Seeing me still resisting, Victoria spoke even more angrily:

"What are you all still standing there for? Hurry up and drag him away and lock him up! Whoever locks him up gets a million-dollar reward!"

Isabelle's voice was equally ice-cold:

"Anyone who doesn't move, pack up and get out!"

Under their threats and inducements, numerous security guards pressed toward me.

At that moment, an angry shout came from outside the hall:

"What's going on here? The banquet started so long ago—why is it still so noisy!"