The Girl With the Steel Fists
Language: en
I was the long-lost "True Heiress" returning home, expecting a dramatic scene of sorting out who belonged where. Instead, my family was fiercely protective of the "Fake Heiress." Mom and Dad hemmed and hawed: "You don't understand... it's just not convenient for Chloe to leave us." My brother was equally vague: "Chloe isn't like other girls. You'll get it when you meet her." My brain instantly conjured an image of a delicate, fragile white lotus flower. My heart sank. Then the door burst open. A girl as agile as a falcon slammed her hand on the table and cupped her fist in a martial…