The Foster Daughter's Rebellion
Language: en
On the eve of the selection for the head of the overseas division. Lucas Thorne, acting arbitrarily, removed me from my position. "The company isn't a charity organization. It has no obligation to pay for a failure." My eyes reddened as I recalled my school days. He did the same thing back then, giving away my spot as an exchange student. I was 18. Lucas forcibly carried me, crying until I was short of breath, to his bedroom. Now, I'm 26. He caressed my face, smiling cruelly. "Iris, have your wings grown strong enough that you want to leave your brother?" "I absolutely forbid it."