Chapter 1

When I was hemorrhaging in the ICU, Wallace was in my exclusive hospital room with his first love Aurora, having sex.

I posted the photos the nurse took of the lingerie scattered all over the floor and used condoms in the patient group chat.

"Mr. Wallace, please have your first love clean up the filth on the floor."

But unexpectedly, Wallace called me.

Aurora's moans came through the phone:

"Wallace... don't bite there... let's go to the bathroom."

In the background was Wallace's indulgent whisper: "She's dying anyway, what's there to be afraid of?"

Aurora continued showing off to me over the phone: "Wallace said that after you die, I'll be his wife."

They thought I was just a nobody orphan with no background, kept alive by the Wallace family.

I pulled out the IV from my hand and pressed the red call button by the bed.

"Revoke all exclusive authorizations for Number One from Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals."

The cold liquid stopped flowing into my veins. The call button by the bed emitted a piercing sound.

The door opened. It wasn't a nurse who entered, but a man in a black suit with a solemn expression.

"Miss Prescott."

He bowed slightly. It was my most capable assistant, Reece.

"Execute Plan B."

My voice was weak from blood loss, but every word was crystal clear.

"Immediately. Right now."

Reece nodded without a moment's hesitation.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"It's me, Reece. Activate highest authority. Terminate all exclusive cooperation authorizations for the 'Number One' project with Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals immediately."

"Yes, all of them."

There seemed to be some hesitation on the other end. Reece's tone was absolute.

"This is Miss Prescott's final decision."

After hanging up, he looked at me with a trace of concern in his eyes.

"The Chairman..."

"I am the Chairman."

I closed my eyes. Exhaustion washed over me like a tide.

My phone vibrated wildly on the nightstand by the bed.

It was Wallace. I didn't answer.

Soon, a text message popped up.

"Prescott, what tricks are you playing now? Don't think you can get my attention this way."

"Let me tell you, it won't work. Behave yourself and wait for me to come back."

I looked at those lines and laughed.

The laughter tugged at my abdominal wound. A sharp pain shot through me.

The nurse, Martha, rushed in. Seeing the needle mark on my hand bleeding, she turned pale with fright.

"Miss Prescott! Why did you pull out the IV yourself! This is too dangerous!"

She fumbled to apply pressure to stop the bleeding.

"Martha, thank you for the photos."

She froze, then lowered her head.

"I... I just couldn't stand it..."

"You did very well."

I had her hand me my phone. I opened the patient group chat. Aurora was still jumping around causing trouble.

She posted a selfie. The background was my exclusive hospital room. She was wearing Wallace's white shirt, with glaring red marks on her collarbone.

"Oh my, some people's hospital rooms are just so big, like a presidential suite. It's really comfortable living here."

"What a shame, the person's almost done for. What a waste."

I typed expressionlessly.

"Miss Aurora, what do you think? Will Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals' stock price hit the limit down tomorrow?"

Aurora replied instantly. "You psycho, are you cursing the Wallace family to go bankrupt? Wallace won't let you get away with this!"

I ignored her.

Less than ten minutes later, the hospital room door was violently slammed open.

Wallace and Aurora barged in one after the other.

Wallace's face was full of rage, like an enraged lion.

"Prescott! What the fuck did you say to Reece!"

He rushed to my bedside and grabbed my wrist.

"Who the hell do you think you are? A dying orphan, and you actually think you're somebody?"

Aurora clung to his arm, looking at me triumphantly.

"Prescott, stop making trouble. Wallace's family gave you this life. How can you repay kindness with ingratitude?"

"Hurry up and apologize to Wallace. Help him calm down."

I looked at them and found it utterly ridiculous.

My life was given by the Wallace family?

"Wallace, didn't your company's legal department notify you?"

"The ownership of 'Number One' was never with Wallace Group."

Wallace's expression changed instantly.

The rage in his eyes faded, replaced by suspicion and uncertainty as he looked at me.

"What do you mean?"

Reece walked in from outside at just the right moment, holding a document in his hand.

He handed the document to Wallace, his voice cold as ice.

"Mr. Wallace, this is a copy of the authorization termination agreement."

"From now on, Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals has no right to produce or sell any products related to 'Number One.'"

"In addition, given that Wallace Group breached the contract first, we will seek compensation of fifty percent of the profits from the past three years."

Wallace snatched the document and flipped through it quickly.

His hands began to tremble. His face turned from red to white, then from white to blue.

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!"

"The patent holder is clearly an overseas company. How could you possibly..."

He suddenly looked up at me, his eyes full of disbelief.

Aurora panicked too. She shook Wallace's arm.

"Wallace, she's bluffing, right? How could an orphan like her have this much power?"

I gently pulled my hand free from Wallace's grasp.

"Forgot to tell you. That overseas company is mine."