I stuck by Wesley Grant for five years.
I jumped into the sea, underwent an abortion, and even took a bullet—all for his sake.
I was called his lapdog. Yet, they were unaware that he had saved my life from the brink of death five years ago. From that moment on, I swore I would only remain loyal to him.
At the dinner hosted by the Grant family, he had me lower myself to his childhood sweetheart. It was only when his uncle, Joseph Grant, entered and stopped him that I realized the truth.
The man who saved me five years ago had never been Wesley.
It was Joseph all along.
Without any hesitation, I called the patriarch of the family, Albert Grant, saying, "I changed my mind. The heir of the Grant family should be Joseph. If not, I'll withdraw my investments at once."