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All Scarlett’s words boiled down to one thing.
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She had just returned, and even if she was doted on by the main branch, the people below still looked down on her.
How could she, in just one day, have manipulated all the garage staff? Or gotten Oliver–who had just joined the Lane family–to lock the garage?
Did that mean all the Lane family’s staff were incompetent?
Would they really hand over that much power to a newcomer like Oliver?
No–this looked far more like a setup.
Someone had deliberately orchestrated the incident, used Oliver to sabotage the garage, and then tried to pin it on Scarlett.
Why? To push her out, of course.
And what was the motive?
The shares.
At her birthday banquet yesterday, the matriarch had publicly acknowledged Scarlett–but only verbally.
Plenty of people had thought that meant she didn’t truly want Scarlett back. That she didn’t want to split the family wealth further.
Naturally, someone had started plotting to force Scarlett out.
And now, it seemed–she, the matriarch herself–had been led by the nose.
Unforgivable.
This matter had to be investigated to the bottom.
Punished harshly.
People could dislike Scarlett.
But not because they misinterpreted her intentions.
Her eyes narrowed. “Samson, come in!”
Samson opened the door and entered promptly.
“Bring me the share transfer contract I prepared earlier.”
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He glanced at the matriarch, uncertain.
Then, nervously, he glanced at Aurora.
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Aurora’s face had gone pale. Her eyes brimmed with coldness–there was even a faint murderous glint in them.
But with the matriarch present, she could only clench her fists and choke down her fury.
“Grandma, it’s already so late. The lawyers are off duty. If Scarlett needs reassurance, why not wait until tomorrow and do it in front of everyone?”
Just give her a little time–she could still revise the terms.
Taylor smiled coolly and shot back, “You’re the one who cried and whined and kept Grandma awake. And now you remember it’s late?”
Scarlett picked up the cue flawlessly, her face full of innocent sorrow.
“I know you loves me, always has.“.
“I’m just worried others might think this was an empty promise. That if it’s not signed now , it might be forgotten tomorrow.”
“Honestly, I don’t even care about the shares. As long as you loves me, I’m happy.”
Taylor sighed dramatically.
“How can you be so naive? You might not care, but what about all those judgmental people watching? They’ll think I know you’ve been wronged and still did nothing.”
“Who knows what rumors they’ll spread about you and me next?”
Scarlett’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she clung to the matriarch’s arm.
“You mean they’ll talk badly about you? I don’t want anyone to say awful things about you… I-”
The matriarch was already embarrassed enough by the day’s events.
Letting anyone slander her now?
Absolutely not.
Her face darkened as she turned to Samson. “Do you need me to say it twice?”
Samson flinched and abandoned any attempt to seek Aurora’s eye contact.
Those siblings were clearly in sync–and they’d completely outmaneuvered Aurora.
It was obvious who had won.
He turned and quickly fetched the contract, then respectfully handed it over.
Without even glancing at it, the matriarch passed it straight to Scarlett.
“Write your name. Don’t belittle yourself anymore. You are a Lane. And the Lane family will always stand behind you.”
Scarlett flipped through the document with practiced ease.
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She’d minored in law–she could read every clause clearly.
And inwardly, she marveled.
The contract was airtight.
It protected the recipient on every front.
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Once the shares were transferred, they were hers entirely–no conditions, no revocations, unless she chose to sell.
They were clean, uncontested shares.
Even more stunning–the final clause offered her a research position.
In other words, once she graduated, she’d be guaranteed a spot as a researcher at the Lane Group Institute.
The Lane Group wasn’t just a Fortune Global 100 company–it was one of the most powerful in the world.
And its research institute?
Ranked among the global top five.
According to rumors, even Lane family descendants couldn’t get in without passing rigorous assessments.
But…
There was an exception.
The institute’s founding charter allowed each founder to nominate one person for direct admission–only
once.
Of course, success inside still depended on merit.
But even if she achieved nothing, the title alone–Lane Group Researcher–was enough to secure her prestige and fortune.
Most people would give everything just to see the front door of that building.
And now?
She got it without even asking.
Scarlett took a deep breath and reached for the pen.
Then came the voice.
“Cousin, aren’t you going to read the fine print first?”
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