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Conquering The Cold Zillionaire Surgeon Heiress

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 572    |    Released on: Today at 14:54

he Grand Hyatt. She was on a rickety electric scooter that squeaked

of poverty in a sea of R

immediately. His smile was profession

te entrance. Deliveries

Alyssa said calmly. "I have a

d told the funniest joke in the world. "Mr. Kelley's meetin

c reference," Alyssa replied, her voice f

e was a cosplayer, or mentally ill. He spoke into

ng man in a bla

Mr. Kelley's event," the doorman sa

g to have to ask you to leave the premises immediately. If you refu

oyance. She pulled out her ph

s. It was Dalton Kelley's sister, Tansy, leaning on the ar

rrounded by the world's leading medical experts, and none of them had a viable

chief reached out to grab Alyssa's

ift of her weight. The guard's hand closed on empty air,

e was mocking him. He squared his

d as ice. "I am here for the medical consultation. If Dalton Kelley misses his sister'

sitate, but her clothes were a po

iced the commotion

l handle this." She started walking toward the en

pink Maserati screeche

dripping in designer labels. She was here for a

rity. Her face twisted into a mask of s

veryone could hear. "Is that my sister? The one we kicked out? It's o

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“When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle. "Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered. Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week. They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust. They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire. Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog. Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony. They actually believed they had raised her. She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face. "I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation. Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order. "Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group." It was time to end this little game and step into her true life-as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.”