My car was passing by the entrance of the office when I saw both my sisters 'wrestling' vigorously with a bum.

I wasn't surprised, however, even recording a video of it and sending it to the biggest news outlet of the country, saying, "I want it seen across the world before 7pm."

After all, in my last life, those two sisters were so keen to please Harold Langford that they allowed him to steal my birthright all he wanted.

I bore with it because they were family, and ended up resting in pieces.

But now that I had a second chance, I would return the favor.

At the company gala, Harold once again took my seat as he snorted at me haughtily. "Hmph! If Ellie and Jennie didn't insist on showing you how the world works, a poor college student like you wouldn't even make it through the front door!"

"Know your place and don't cause me trouble, or they will have you beaten to a pulp!"

Seeing that he was still running his mouth, I kicked him three feet away as I chuckled. "Who do you think you are? How dare you strut when you're just a gigolo who only knows how to please hags!"

My insolent retaliation had drawn everyone's attention.

Still, Ellie immediately rushed to Harold's side, while Jennie promptly slapped me twice.

They were my sisters, but seeing me launch their beloved gigolo with a kick broke their heart, and were at once glaring at me furiously.

"James Langford! How dare you hurt our baby brother!"

Despite their threats, all I felt was regret—how stupid could I be that I used to fantasize them seeing me as family?

I pointed at Harold as they clung to him, dissing out loud, "He's just a gigolo, while I am the heir to Skymex Group and the biological grandson of Miles Langford. And you're trying to claim that I have no right?"

At once embarrassed and furious, Ellie leapt up and shoved me to the floor, bellowing, "Watch your mouth! Harold's the one who's been kind enough to sponsor your education! Everyone here, listen up! Harold is the real grandson of Miles Langford, and the only heir of Skymex Group!"

My eyes widened in disbelief as I looked at Ellie in turn. "Him? the real grandson of Miles Langford, and the only heir of Skymex Group? When did you find the audacity and spout such barefaced lies?"

That was when Jennie had an idea and leered at me in disdain, "Did you forget your meds again? Are you having another episode?"

And behind them, Harold started to choke with tears. "It's all my fault. I knew James was crazy, but I had to bring him here…"

Everyone around them were leering at me in disdain right then, as they clearly heard how that trio twisted the facts.

Some of them were even scoffing loudly.

"So James is just some bum sponsored by Harold? That explains that bum getup."

"Oh, Harold is just so kind! I'm telling you, no one else would sponsor a nutjob like him!"

Ellie even beckoned for the company secretary, snapping, "Get this man out of here. From now on, he must never be allowed in the offices of Skymex Group without my approval!"

However, I turned toward him too. "You've been working for my mother for the longest time, Mr. Zimmer. Or are you not sure who's actually the grandson of Miles Langford here?"

Mr. Zimmer stopped in his tracks, freezing up. "Well, I…"

Jennie shot him an annoyed glare right then. "My sister is the heir to this company! And you're going against her orders?! Perhaps you rather pack your things and leave?!"

Mr. Zimmer paled in fear right then, and glanced at me gingerly, "Please, Mr. Langford—I have a family to feed, so please just leave and don't make this any harder for me."

Though he gestured for security to drag me outside, I picked up a vase from the table and threw it at them as they closed in. "Come on, just try me! I'm not just Miles Langford's grandson—I am the rightful heir of Skymex!"

The vase shattered resoundingly, just as my bellow rang throughout the gala hall.

Still, everyone was laughing in contempt.

"I guess he's really nuts! He first claims he's Miles' grandson, and now he's the heir to Skymex too? It's killing me!"

"Exactly! Why does he think he could impersonate Mr. Langford? Ellie and Jennie would always bring Harold along for their public appearances."

Despite the snide comments, I glared at my Ellie and demanded, "Do you really think you and Jennie are the rightful heirs of Skymex?"

Jennie's gaze flickered, but she soon composed herself and tugged on Ellie's sleeve. "It's alright. It's a big day for the company—Mom will be here soon. Just let it go."

But for me, just seeing Jennie's reaction told me that she remembered her place and was therefore worried.

After all, despite being Adonia's richest man, my grandfather only had one son—my father.

As for Ellie and Jennie, they were actually orphans—children of my mother's younger brother. Back in the day, my mother took them in, saying she didn't want to see them suffer.

In other words, they had no biological connection to my father or my grandfather, and certainly wouldn't get to inherit Skymex Group.

However, Ellie did not care about what I said, and was even glaring at Jennie, her brow furrowed, "He hurt Harold! Are you going to make Harold take this lying down?!"

Then, wheeling on me, Ellie snapped, "It seems that your schizophrenia is getting worse. Let's have Mr. Zimmer take you to the asylum right away!"

Just hearing the mention of asylum left me seething with hatred, as I was reminded of the agony when Harold had skinned me.

After all, both Ellie and Jennie worked blood and sweat to win his heart, and were therefore simultaneously scheming against me.

And as a medical student, Harold's greatest ambition was to witness what set a dead person and a living person apart.

After he told them that, Ellie and Jennie worked to put me on Harold's surgical table, who then cut me into pieces.

Though I lived with Ellie and Jennie in Langford Villa for eighteen years—since I was just a child, they were doing all they could to please Harold, allowing him to impersonate me while coming up with all sorts of ideas to help him torment me.

And now, I finally understood—family was nothing to those two, and only love mattered.

But I was also curious… When it came to love and privilege, which of the two would they choose?

With that thought, I chuckled coolly, "I'll ask you one last time—who's Miles Langford's grandson? And the heir to Skymex Group?"

Even before Ellie and Jennie could speak, Ian Smalling—the son of one of Skymex Group's business partners—rushed up to slap me.

"How dare you!" he shrieked. "You're just a bum given alms, but you dare to strut here in Skymex Group?! Why don't you look in the mirror first?!"

I recognized Ian—he didn't just have the hots for Ellie; he was always dreaming about marrying her to gain access to my family and take over Skymex.

And after he heard the rumors that Harold was heir two months ago, he had been spending his time sucking up to Harold, earning Harold's favor so that he would help him hook up with Ellie.

Regrettably, he was sucking up to the wrong guy—Harold wasn't just going to be the heir, he was Ellie's secret lover, whom she had invested billions in for years.

Refusing to let Ian's slap go unanswered, I kicked him in the gut as I snapped back, "And you're just the youngest son of a third-rate company's CEO! Who do you think you are, laying a finger on me? I just have to say the word, and your family goes bankrupt!"

Ian was left clutching his stomach and staring at me in disbelief, "How dare you kick me! Not even my parents hurt me! Just wait—you'll pay for this!"

Harold hurried to help him up, sighing apologetically, "Don't stoop to his level, Ian—he's crazy. I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

I smirked at Harold right then. "You're the crazy one here—you could have walked away with all the money Ellie and Jennie gave you, but instead you had to come here and pretend to be the heir of Skymex Group."

Then, wheeling on Ellie and Jennie, I pointed at the door and growled coolly, "If you two are so keen on your little role-play with your lover, then take him with you and leave my company this instant!"

Ellie and Jennie were both glaring at me with ashen faces. Ellie snapped, "Let me give it to you straight, James Langford—you're the one who should leave! We both have executive powers in this building, while you're just a student!"

"What's going on here?!"

That was when a fair and graceful middle-aged woman squeezed her way through the crowd, looking at us and demanding, "Why are you all just standing around and not taking your seats?!"

She was Quincy Waltz—CEO of Skymex Group, and my biological mother.

And yet, she was hurrying to Harold's side, wiping his tears as she sighed, "Oh, Harold—don't cry. Just tell me, who did this to you? I'll punish them this instant!"

Ellie was at once pointing at me, snapping angrily, "James Langford! Who else would have the audacity to bully Harold while I watched?!"

My mother slapped me across the face right then!

"You've really gotten full of yourself!" She hollered. "Bullying Harold just because we've been good to you?! Kneel and apologize this instant, or we're not giving you any moment over the next year!"

I watched in disappointment as my own mother immediately leapt to Harold's defense—but it wasn't surprising.

Just like in our past lives, she, Ellie and Jennie were all mindlessly infatuated with Harold, and it still hurt even though I anticipated that much.

At first, I never understood—I was definitely my mother's son, while Harold was nothing more than Ellie and Jennie's boy toy.

And yet, once my mother met Harold, she spoiled him with utter determination as if possessed.

When she had learned that Harold was actually Ellie and Jennie's gigolo, she really whipped both of them for hours.

I tried to stop her out of the goodness of my heart, only for her to whip me too—the scars were still left on my arm.

Ironically, my mother didn't just allow Ellie and Jennie to continue their affair with Harold, she even pulled strings to get Harold enrolled in the country's best university.

Worst of all, she issued an ultimatum to Ellie and Jennie: if they really loved Harold, then they must fight fair until he chose one of them as his bride, and the one who won would inherit her wealth and position.

It was definitely a strange reaction, so I secretly investigated Harold, eventually coming to realize that he was the son of my mother's first love.

He was a mirror image of his father, so my mother recognized him right away, and the memory of her late first love was enough to secure a stranglehold over her head.

It was a terrible injustice to my late father, who had died not knowing that his wife was in love with another man.

Leering at my mother, I snorted, "I am not apologizing! In fact, shouldn't you be saying something? Ellie and Jennie just said that Harold is their brother and the heir of Skymex Group!"

Harold promptly leveled a doleful look at my mother, knowing that she especially hated seeing him tear up.

And to no surprise, my mother slapped me twice and bellowed, "Say what?! Ellie and Jennie are right—Harold is my dearest son and the heir of Skymex Group!"

Seeing that she was lying through her teeth, I bellowed at her furiously, "Quincy Waltz! Do you even have a conscience?! How could you bear to face my father?!"

My mother simply ignored me and turned to Ellie and Jennie, snorting, "Get that loser out of here already."

Seeing my mother's apathy, my heart swelled with a myriad of different emotions.

That was the woman my father loved his whole life? The mother whom I had admired for eighteen years?

Not only did she refuse to protect their son, she wanted to disown him over her first love's son.

I was also sure that my father wouldn't have expected that the two girls he took in—and raised as if they were his own daughters—would hurt his son over their lover.

Rearing my head and holding my mother's glare, I growled coolly, "My family owns Skymex Group! Outsiders like you don't get to strut here!"

I emphasized 'my family' very loudly, which left my mother incensed.

"Get him! Hold him down!"

She bellowed at Ellie and Jennie, who did just that, restraining me with a vice grip.

She then walked up beside me, and grabbed me by my hair, and shoved my forehead painfully against the glass wall.

"Your family?! Don't make me laugh!" She shrieked. "I ruled Skymex for years—why shouldn't it be mine?! Why don't I get to decide who gets to inherit it?!"

I fought back my tears, determined as I bellowed back, "My grandfather owns Skymex! I am the only heir to the company!"

Thump!

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!"

Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"