The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Return to Your Biological Parents

In June, just after the college entrance examination had ended.

Scarlett Garrison handled her hospital discharge alone and headed home. As soon as she stepped through the gates of the Garrison Family's villa, a suitcase landed with a "clang" at her feet.

A well-dressed, elegant woman stood at the entrance, looking down on her with disdain. Her gaze swept over the girl's delicate features and snow-white skin, a flicker of jealousy passing through her eyes, quickly followed by undisguised loathing.

"I've had your luggage packed up. From today onward, get out of this house and go back to your biological parents!"

Scarlett Garrison didn't so much as glance at the suitcase on the ground, her almond-shaped eyes indifferently fixed on Emma White, the woman she had called mother for seventeen years.

The commotion at the door caught the attention of the people inside the house, and soon, Mr. Garrison and his two children also came out.

Mr. Garrison, looking at the suitcase by Scarlett's feet, turned towards his wife with a tone of reproach.

"Emma, what are you doing? Scarlett is still the daughter we've raised for eighteen years."

"She's nothing but an ungrateful loser!" Emma White glared at Scarlett,

"The city's representative spot that I clearly told her to give to Isolde, she ignored my words like they were nothing! If I hadn't found out about the final selection, we'd still be in the dark because of her! If she had any conscience, she wouldn't have stolen from her sister!"

Isolde Garrison, upon hearing Emma White's words, showed a flash of envy, quickly masked, displaying a facade of hurt and distress.

Yet, she spoke up, "Mom, don't be like that. The chance to be the city's representative is rare, and it's normal for sister to not want to give up her spot. Maybe there's something I didn't do well enough, otherwise, I wouldn't have missed out..."

"How are you any worse than her? What she has is all thanks to our Garrison family," Emma White softly consoled her daughter.

Scarlett Garrison just quietly watched the mother and daughter's act; she had seen it countless times from childhood to now. She felt not a ripple in her heart; she almost wanted to laugh.

Four days earlier, she had been hit by a car while trying to save Isolde, flying over twenty meters through the air. Everyone thought she wouldn't survive.

When Emma White and the Garrison family rushed to the scene, their first reaction wasn't to check on her injuries but to comfort a weeping Isolde, frightened by the car accident.

Scarlett lay on the ground, dazed, feeling the cold seeping into her limbs. More chilling to her, though, were the words between Mr. Garrison and Emma White—

"The car's front is smashed; she probably won't make it."

"It's just as well. If she dies, it means the major disaster meant for Isolde was indeed blocked by her. It hasn't been in vain that we've raised her all these years..."

Scarlett had always been aware that she was nothing more than a tool for the Garrison Family, meant to shield Isolde from misfortune.

As a child, she didn't understand why, whenever Isolde fell ill, Emma White would demand she care for Isolde around the clock, and why, with her care, Isolde would quickly recover, while she herself would then fall seriously ill.

It wasn't until later, when she met her master and was enlightened, that she understood her and Isolde's "Eight Characters" corresponded to the Harmony Technique of Qian and Kun.

Of the two halves, she was the auspicious half.

The Garrison Family kept her by Isolde's side to use her own fortune to offset Isolde's misfortune. Each time she blocked disaster, Isolde's destiny slowly improved, while her own moved toward decline.

If not for her being prepared, perhaps her fortune would have been exhausted, and she would have died in that car accident four days ago.

It was because of the car accident that her biological father unexpectedly found her.

"Are you done? If you're finished, may I leave?"