The Real Heiress Only Wanted to Lie Low, Why Provoke Her

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The moment I stepped out through the Henson gate, I climbed into that brand-new Porsche.

I ran my hand over the wheel and let out a sigh.

"Well. Dream come true for barely half a day, and now it's back to being someone's workhorse." Then I put the car in gear and headed for my rental.

Halfway there, my phone rang. It was HR.

They said Connor wanted me in his office first thing tomorrow to go over the handover for my resignation.

I stared at the dashboard screen for three whole seconds, then couldn't help cursing under my breath.

This awful man. He really wouldn't let up. I'd already walked out, and he still wasn't done with me.

A few hours ago, I'd have hung up and called him a bastard for good measure.

But now my heiress dream was in pieces. I had a house and a lump of money, sure, but sitting around burning through it was no long-term plan. I still needed proof I'd resigned, or my whole working future was cut off.

So I gritted my teeth and said, "Fine. Understood. I'll be there on time tomorrow."

I hung up, switched the phone to silent, tossed it onto the back seat, and stamped down hard on the gas.

The night wind poured in through the window and blew my hair all over my face.

Out of nowhere, the hurt welled up in me.

It wasn't like I'd had my heart set on that sliver of Henson shares. All I'd ever wanted was to coast along, take it easy.

The problem was the way they'd brushed me off, like tossing scraps to a beggar. That was what made me furious.

And Karen had taken twenty-three years of my life. My own birth parents didn't just fail to stand up for me. They helped her push me down instead?

This plot?

These people?

Too far-fetched for even a novel to try.

Who the hell could keep swallowing this...

But so what if I couldn't?

Right now I was on my own, with no connections, no resources, nothing.

Going up against Karen, who was already dug deep into the Henson family, would be like throwing an egg at a rock.

So...

The thought of revenge surfaced in my head for all of three seconds before I shoved it straight to the back of my mind.

I sighed, helpless, and drove on toward the shoebox unit I rented in the old part of town.