Hidden Fortune’s Heir

The press

Linda remained in a spot, overwhelmed, and even forgot to breathe. What did he mean by Harrison was his brother? How the hell did they relate? The way he was serious when he said the words told her it wasn't a bluff.

Does this mean they were enemies from way back? She thought for a while. Even though it didn't make sense to her, she was ready to believe anything at the moment. If Harrison who was a trash bag could rise to riches, then anything was worth believing.

Just then the TV in the VIP section was turned on, and she was shocked to see who she was thinking about on the screen.

“Harrison?” She exclaimed, almost as if it was her nightmare that was played for her to watch.

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Meanwhile, In front of Sterling Cooperation, Harrison was standing in front of cameras, reporters, and content writers. A smile was written on his face and he wore a tuxedo suit worth millions of dollars. His hair was curled nicely to the back, and he gave off an aura of someone who was filthy rich.

One might