The day I took over the Fraser Group, my brother posted a video that completely blew up the trending topics on the internet.

In the video, he spoke with righteous indignation, "Lyra Fraser is just an illegitimate daughter! What right does she have to inherit the company?

"My father is incredibly biased. I demand justice for my late mother!"

Hundreds of media outlets scrambled to repost the video.

In an instant, the hashtag ‘#FraserGroupLyraIsAnIllegitimateDaughter’ had racked up over 200 million views.

The Fraser Group's stock price plummeted drastically and my father was forced to suspend the succession ceremony temporarily.

Despite the onslaught of endless abuse and curses, I didn't panic in the slightest.

Because my stupid, moronic brother was just an adopted son.

After the succession ceremony was hastily called to a halt, Susan, my assistant, anxiously approached me holding a phone.

“Miss Lyra, public opinion is getting worse by the minute. What should we do?”

I took the phone from her and patted her shoulder. “Don't worry. Rumors will collapse under their own weight.”

With that, I tapped into the livestream where my brother, Daniel, was currently broadcasting malicious information.

On the screen, he was leaning back leisurely on the sofa.

He was holding my sister-in-law, Maria, while talking with dynamic eloquence.

“Alright, alright, family scandals shouldn’t be aired in public. That's all for today.”

Maria gave him a nudge. “Why don’t you tell them in detail? Didn't your mother suffer a massive grievance back then?”

Daniel flicked his cigarette ash and smiled half-heartedly. “It's not my place to talk about that kind of stuff. Anyway, anyone with eyes can see who my dad dotes on the most.”

The video cut off abruptly.

The comment section exploded afterwards.

“Holy crap! Officially verified by the eldest son of the Fraser family? This gossip is as real as it gets!”

“I knew it! The way Lyra Fraser took over the group so quickly definitely seemed fishy. Turns out she’s an illegitimate daughter?!”

“So disgusting. An illegitimate daughter stealing family property from the legitimate heir.

“She even dared to hold a press conference with such fanfare? How shameless?”

“Fraser Group needs to change its successor. Letting a bastard take over? Won't the shareholders riot?”

I turned off the phone.

Lifting my eyes, I saw my father standing on the stage. He was being interrogated by a flurry of reporters.

His face had already turned ashen.

The reporters shouted all at once, “Chairman Fraser! Is the trending topic true?”

“Is Miss Lyra Fraser really an illegitimate daughter?”

“Will the Fraser Group change its successor?”

My father’s voice rang out with gravity.

“Everyone, please remain calm. The Fraser Group’s legal department will issue a unified response.”

A trace of disappointment welled up in my heart as my father couldn't bring himself to treat his son harshly.

On the way back, my father wanted to speak several times but he hesitated.

I didn't ask him why he didn't clear the air in public. I just pretended as if nothing had happened.

Eventually, he spoke up, “I’ve already made him delete the video. He is just being immature. I’ll make him apologize to you later.”

I lowered my head and gave a faint reply, “Okay.”

Soon, we arrived back at the Fraser family ancestral mansion.

The living room was brightly lit.

My brother and sister-in-law were busy playing video games, enjoying the time of their lives.

My father's face turned pale for a moment.

My father kicked over the coffee table in front of them, sending teacups shattering all over the floor.

“You bastard! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you spread rumors that your sister is an illegitimate daughter!”

Yet, the two of them acted as if it was none of their business. They just kept operating their phones with calmness.

Daniel curled his lip with his tone completely indifferent, “Dad, I was just making a casual joke. Who knew it would go viral?”

My sister-in-law, Maria, chimed in, “Dad, you're blaming Daniel wrongly. He did this to drive traffic to the company.

“Right now, the entire internet is discussing about the Fraser Group. Many brands can’t even buy this level of exposure with money.”

My father became so furious that his chest started heaving violently. “You still have the nerve to say that?

“The Fraser Group's stock price hit the bottom limit, wiping out 1 billion in market value in a single day!”

Standing at the doorway of the living room, I watched as my father was trembling with rage.

However, he still couldn't bear to say a single harsh word to Daniel.

A wave of bitterness washed over me, but I said nothing. I just turned around and headed upstairs.

Maria's voice drifted from behind me.

“Dad, stop being angry. Daniel just has a big mouth.

“Besides, Lyra has not officially taken over yet. Waiting a day or two won't hurt.”

My father roared, “Shut your mouth! This was all your rotten idea!”

“Dad, why are you yelling at her? I posted the video myself,” Daniel’s tone remained casual and reckless.

“I just can't stand you giving the company to her. I am the eldest son of the Fraser family.

“How am I supposed to hold my head up in our social circle in the future?”

“You…”

My father's voice cut off sharply and the rest of his words were forced back, down his throat.

I went back to my room, opened my social media app and saw that Daniel had updated a new status on his personal account.

“Some things aren't convenient to talk about too much. Those who understand will understand.

“Thank you for your concern, everyone. I will stay strong.”

The comments surpassed ten thousand within three minutes.

“Don't be sad, big brother! We support you!”

“Illegitimate daughter, get out of the Fraser family! Only the legitimate son deserves to inherit!”

“Wealthy families are indeed messy. I feel bad for Daniel, being suppressed by a bastard for so many years.”

I smiled. He was really letting it get to his head.

Let's see who would get the last laugh.

Early the next morning, the stock price of the Fraser Group continued to plummet.

The board of directors was in absolute chaos.

Several veteran shareholders called in, complaining frantically.

"Chairman Fraser, perhaps it would be best to consider changing the successor."

My father received over twenty phone calls in a single morning, leaving his voice completely hoarse.

I placed a cup of hot tea in front of him and said, "Dad, I'll handle the public relations crisis. You just focus on taking care of your health."

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with guilt. "Lyra, I've wronged you."

I immediately arranged for the group to issue an official statement.

A statement to confirm that I was the legitimate daughter of my father and his late wife, Mrs. Janet Fraser.

The statement sternly demanded that all accounts spreading false information should delete their posts immediately and issue a public apology.

However, the comment section below the official statement became a new playground for the internet mob.

The top up voted comments at the very front were uniformly sarcastic and cynical.

"Is this the best a wealthy family's PR can do? They can't even dare to post a paternity test."

"The more they try to explain, the guiltier they look. Let's wrap it up, folks."

To make matters worse, Daniel's post captioned "I will stay strong" went viral just after our statement was released.

Public opinion shifted toward Daniel with almost no suspense.

The trending topics changed to new tags.

#FraserGroupSuccessionControversy

#HeartbreakForDanielFraser

#LyraFraserIllegitimateDaughter

While the internet was flooded with curses, termination notices from our business partners kept flowing into the legal department like snowflakes.

I sat in my office with the legal department's summary sheet of terminated contracts spread out before me.

After flipping through two pages, I closed it and asked, "Did those two idiots do something again?"

My assistant, Susan, hesitated for a moment before handing over the tablet.

Maria had taken advantage of the chaos to post a video, crying directly to the camera.

"There are some things we truly don't want to say, but we just don't dare to," she choked up and wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

Her voice sounded both aggrieved and restrained. "Since he was a child, my husband watched his father give all his love to his younger sister.

“We aren't jealous. Truly, we aren't. But, not giving him a fair chance makes me feel deeply hurt for him."

She sniffled and forced a smile. "Thank you all for your concern. We won't be defeated."

Daniel sat right beside her.

He reached out and pulled Maria into his shoulder while offering a bitter smile to the camera.

The comment section went completely wild.

"This moved me to tears. Daniel has had it way too hard. Who could ever understand over twenty years of grievances?"

"Lyra Fraser, are you even human? You stole someone else's inheritance and now you want to drive them to ruin?"

"Boycott the Fraser Group, starting with me! If the illegitimate daughter doesn't get lost, we won't buy anything!"

Utterly oblivious to the severity of the situation, Daniel happily hosted a live-stream sales event with Maria.

He rushed over to the company afterward, eager to claim credit.

"Dad, take a look at our achievements."

Daniel's voice carried an irrepressible smugness as he shot a sidelong glance at me.

"Weren't you complaining before that I screwed up those projects? Fine, I admit to those.

“But this time, you have to credit me, right?" He leaned back against his chair, interlacing his hands behind his head as he waited for praise.

My father’s face turned dark with rage.

I pulled up last month's sales data and placed it on the desk. "Last month's sales for a single month were 800 million dollars.

“Do you think your daily livestream revenue of 5,000 dollars is impressive?"

Daniel let out a disdainful sneer.

My father picked up the tablet and slammed it onto the desk, roaring, "That video of yours wiped out one billion in market value for the company!"

Unconvinced, Daniel argued back, "Stock prices go up and down all the time, that's normal.

“Dad, stop looking at the bad side always, you need to look at the benefits…"

"That is your sister!"

My father slammed the table violently.

The teacup rattled and jumped, spilling hot tea all over the desk.

"You spread rumors that your sister is an illegitimate child!

“You traded your own mother's reputation for a tiny bit of your bullshit internet traffic!

“Do you have any idea what your mother…" His lips trembled violently and his eyes instantly turned red.

Daniel was stunned for a moment by the roar but his face quickly darkened.

"Here we go again. It's always like this. Everything I do is wrong and everything she does is right.

“Even when I succeed this time, you still scold me." He stepped closer, "Or do you think she is your only real child, Dad?"

Unable to bear it any longer, my father raised his hand and slapped Daniel hard across the face.

Daniel clutched his cheek, glaring at him with utter disbelief.

“You ungrateful wretch,” My father's voice was so hoarse that it was barely audible. “Get out.”

Suddenly, the office door was flung open.

Maria stormed inside.

Seeing the bright red handprint on Daniel's face, she instantly exploded.

Screaming, she lunged at my father. “What right do you have to hit him?! What right do you have to hit him?!”

Daniel grabbed her arm to pull her back but Maria had completely lost control.

She broke free from Daniel's grip and pointed right at my father's nose.

“George Fraser, do you have a conscience?! Daniel is the only male heir of the Fraser family!

“That trash, Lyra Fraser, won't she leave the Fraser family when she marries off in the future?

“Have you gone senile?!”

My father clutched his chest, his breathing becoming shallow and labored.

I rushed forward to support him.

Maria let out a cold sneer, eyeing me up and down. “Am I wrong? You’re just an outsider who’s going to marry into another family.

“What right do you have to inherit the Fraser estate? Since ancient times, family property has always been passed down to sons, not daughters.

“Look at you, relying on your dad's favoritism and clinging to the Fraser family's money and refusing to let go.

“Have you no shame?”

My father's face kept growing paler by the second and his lips turned purple.

I shouted toward the door, “Call an ambulance!”

Maria continued, “What are you putting on an act for? Who are you trying to fool?”

“Enough!” Daniel finally dragged her back and turned to me.

“Lyra Fraser, are you satisfied now? You’ve angered Dad to this point.

“I guess this gives you an even more legitimate excuse to take over the company, doesn't it?”

As the ambulance arrived, Susan and I got in with my father.

At the hospital, I sat on a bench outside the ICU with my hands trembling.

Susan stood beside me and handed over a tablet. “Miss Fraser, take a look at this…”

I tapped on it.

It was a video posted five minutes ago by Daniel.

He was sitting in a car, his eyes red and swollen with his voice raspy.

“I don’t know what I did wrong. My dad hit me today because of that illegitimate daughter. He said he wants to kick me out of the house.”

He lowered his head and sniffed as his voice dropped lower and lower.

“I know everyone thinks I’m just a useless failure but I’m a human being too. I just want fairness.”

The comment section erupted into total madness.

“Daniel got beaten? George Fraser beat his biological son for an illegitimate daughter?”

“Oh my god, my heart breaks for him. Don't cry, Daniel, we will support you forever!”

“Get the hell out of the Fraser family, bastard daughter! The Fraser Group doesn't recognize filth like you!”

“I’ve already thrown away all the products endorsed by Lyra Fraser. Sisters, let's unite!”

In less than half an hour, the topic views surpassed 300 million.

The comment section of my personal social media account became the primary target for online attacks.

My private messages were flooded with toxic abuse.

“Why don't you just go die?”

“Stealing your brother's inheritance, how do you sleep at night?”

“Bitch, your mother was a mistress, you're a little whore, your whole family is disgusting.”

I read through them one by one, then locked the screen with an expressionless face.

I dialed Susan's number.

“Have the lawyers send me the files I prepared earlier.”

Susan hesitated. “Miss Fraser, are you sure you want to do this? Once it's made public…”

I raised my hand to cut her off. “...Since he dared to gamble with my mother’s reputation, I’m going to make sure he loses everything.”