Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 05

Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 05 A Daughter Can’t Inherit the Family Business?

“Ms. Morton, people are saying you’re unfit to lead the Morton family. Will you step down because of public pressure?”

I frowned.

Only then did Eden seem to notice the commotion. He hurried over with the bodyguards and blocked the reporters away from me.

I looked at the reporter who asked the question and replied coldly, “The Morton’ family’s affairs are none of your concern. You’re just here for headlines, aren’t you?”

Then I turned to Eden. “Take our journalist friends to review the surveillance footage from the birthday party. Make sure they see every single exciting second.”

Eden hesitated, his expression troubled.

I stopped walking and stared straight at him. It was the first time I had ever called him by his full name. “Eden Floyd, there’s no reason an outsider like Lionel should have access to the Morton family’s surveillance footage, while I, as the owner of this house, am being kept from revealing the truth to our journalist friends.”

Eden immediately lowered his head and no longer dared to hesitate. He led the reporters away to view the surveillance footage.

“Oh, and one more thing.” I raised the stakes. “Whichever outlet writes the most impressive article tonight will receive an investment of ten million dollars. The author will also receive an additional 500 thousand dollars as a bonus.

“I hope you all make full use of your writing skills.”

Didn’t Yolanda hate how I used money to pressure people?

Too bad. It was my favorite method-simple and efficient.

Ignoring their stunned expressions, I stepped toward the entrance and said coldly, “Are you coming in, or do you want me to have the bodyguards escort you in? Do you really want to air our family’s disgrace in front of outsiders?”

Charlie’s expression darkened. He wrapped an arm around Yolanda and followed behind me, snapping angrily, “So you admit this is a disgrace to the family?”

The moment I stepped inside, I kicked the two of them-still clinging to each other-to the ground. I smiled faintly. “No. I was talking about you.”

“Can’t you just stay the useless rich kid you are? Why keep testing my patience?”

My parents were already waiting in the living room. They sat close together, feeding each other fruit and sipping soda, completely absorbed in their own world.

They treated the two people on the floor as if they didn’t exist.

Ved,

Thora shot Yolanda a subtle look. Yolanda immediately lowered her head and started wiping away tears. “Charlie, I knew Naomi would never accept me. Why did you bring me here just to let me be humiliated?”

Charlie was like a firecracker-one word was enough to set him off.

He shot to his feet and stood protectively in front of her. “Mom, Dad, look at how vicious Naomi is. How is she even part of the Morton family? And are you seriously planning to let a woman inherit everything?

“Everyone knows family businesses are passed down to sons. I don’t want much. As long as Naomi kneels, and apologizes to Yolanda, I’ll forgive her and let her stay in the Morton residence.”

I crossed my arms, seriously wondering if Yolanda had taken both his heart and his common sense when she seduced him. Otherwise, how could a modern man say something like that?

“A woman, so what?”

I looked at him directly. “Charlie, where am I inferior to you? Did I do worse in college? Were my grades lower? Or did I fail to manage the company properly? You should understand that gender is not an excuse for your incompetence.”

Charlie had never liked studying. His overseas degree was basically arranged by the family just to make it look presentable.

His grades barely scraped through, and the company he was given as practice went bankrupt in less than two months.

Where exactly did he get the confidence to compete with me for the family business?

Charlie lifted his chin arrogantly. “So what if you’re good at studying? You’re still a woman. A woman will eventually get married and become part of someone else’s family!”

He turned to our parents. “Mom, Dad, if you hand the Morton Group to Naomi, once she gets married, the company will belong to her husband. Are you really willing to hand over everything you built to an outsider?”

I noticed Mom’s hand twitching, ready to strike, so I wisely kept quiet.

Sure enough, the next second, she stood up and slapped Charlie hard across the face.

“Charlie, let me ask you the same thing-so what if she’s a woman? Does that mean a woman can’t run a business? You can’t even read a financial report. All you do in meetings is sleep, and you still think you can run a company?”

Charlie was stunned.

He held his cheek, disbelief written all over his face. “Mom? You hit me because of Naomi, that b*tch?”

Dad stood up and slapped Charlie across the other cheek.

“She’s your sister! If you can’t watch your mouth, I don’t mind bringing out the family rules and disciplining you myself today.”

Charlie’s eyes turned red with anger.

He grabbed Yolanda’s hand and stormed toward the door. “Fine! If you’re all taking Naomi’s side and hitting me because of her, then I’m cutting ties with this family. Let’s see what the Morton family can do without

me!”