They Erased Me, So I Rewrote My Life Chapter 18

They Erased Me, So I Rewrote My Life Chapter 18

“Let me guess.” I stared at Father. “You’re about to propose a plan where the family manages my trust fund on my behalf. The reason will be that I’m immature and easily influenced, so you have to hold it for me until you decide I’m obedient enough.”

The entire conference room fell silent.

The lawyers and PR team had clearly prepared a whole song and dance, but I had just laid out their entire playbook.

Father’s face turned ugly.

He suppressed his anger, continuing in that respectable, measured tone.

“Eliza, we are doing this to protect you. Your recent behavior has been worrying. We don’t want you to be used by people with ulterior motives and make decisions that will harm you.”

By “people with ulterior motives,” he meant Leo.

“My interests?” I stepped forward and planted both hands on the conference table. “If you truly cared about my interests, you wouldn’t have forced me to be here. If you touch my trust fund, I guarantee tomorrow’s headline will be: ‘Senator Walton Sues Daughter Over Inheritance Amid Reelection Campaign.’ Do you think that headline will help you or hurt you?”

“Are you threatening me?” Father shot to his feet.