My Foster Brothers’ Betrayal

Their eyes were sharp and predatory, making even the bodyguards still holding onto me tremble slightly.

“You gave her the team Mom left me and replaced my people?” I gritted my teeth. “What right do you have?”

“Pfft!” Someone snickered. “In the future, this family’s leadership will come from one of these four. If they don’t have the right, who else would?”

“Exactly. She’s just a poor student backed by Miss Rivers, yet she’s so daring. If I had even a bit of that confidence, I wouldn’t be so awkward in social situations.”

“You!” I gritted my teeth and stared at the four of them.

Each of them wore an expression of complete entitlement.

Andrew, even frowned and scolded, “Please, everyone, maintain silence at Mom' s funeral.”

Immediately, someone whispered, “This eldest brother really has the bearing of a leader. Maybe in the future, he’ll be the one heading the Rivers Family.”

Andrew’s face showed no trace of surprise.

The other three also wore expressions of “as it should be.”

“Have you forgotten? You’re nothing but four bums raised by the Rivers Family!”

The moment I spoke, all four of them furrowed their brows sharply.

I pointed to the bag lying on the ground. “There are two copies inside. You’ll know once you look.”

The four of them looked and their expressions changed.

They were two copies of a will.

I pushed the bodyguard aside. “Mom had long anticipated this day. So before returning to the country, she specifically had the lawyer draft two copies of the will.”

I picked up one of them. “This one states that if you remain loyal, I will have the right to choose my husband and take on the Rivers Family responsibilities with him. The remaining three will each have their own shares and dividends.”

The next moment, I tore this document in half.

The four people all held their breath, the words they wanted to say stuck in their throats.

I picked up another document. "If you are unfaithful, you will leave with nothing!"

The file was slammed onto the table and the four of them instinctively took a step back.

The people attending the funeral also widened their eyes.

Many couldn’t believe it.

"You think a few sheets of paper can strip these four gentlemen of their inheritance? Ridiculous."

"You don’t really think Ms. Rivers’s seal is that easy to forge, do you? I’ve been organizing documents under her for ten years—just one look and I can tell…" The person speaking suddenly stopped.

He frowned as he flipped through the documents, his expression growing increasingly grave.

"No… the seal seems to be real… the signatures too… how could this be…"

"This is utter nonsense!"

My third brother, Simon, grabbed my arm. Just moments ago, the bodyguards had forcefully twisted it behind my back and even now, the slightest touch made it ache.

But he showed no restraint. My arm snapped with a sharp “crack,” and the pain brought tears to my eyes.

Yet he forcefully grabbed my chin and the features that had once been gentle toward me were now sharp and merciless.

"When did you steal Mom’s private seal? Hand it over! Stealing an official seal is a crime!"

"Let go!"

A panting man appeared at the doorway.

Someone was the first to recognize him. "Mr. Zucker! What are you doing here?"

Andrew, also frowned. "Mr. Zucker, weren’t you handling the company documents Mom left behind?"

Simon was stunned.

Everyone knew that Mr. Zucker was the only lawyer my mother had in her life. What he meant was what she meant.

"Could it be that this will is really…" Simon looked at the will that demanded the four of them leave with nothing, utterly disbelieving.

Mr. Zucker nodded.