He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 318: Playing the Long Game

Irene's face went green.

Lucas actually laughed out loud.

Not his usual slight smile. A real laugh.

Sherry had noticed—when she wasn't around, or from an outsider's view, his expression was terrifyingly cold. But this? She'd never seen this.

It was bright as the sun, like he'd been possessed by something.

Still, he looked damn good. For once, he actually felt like a student. Spent too much time with him and she forgot how young he was.

But he'd given zero mercy.

The contrast made Irene look ridiculous.

Sure enough, her face went dark. Honestly, her control wasn't even as good as Julia's.

How did someone who survived that family war crack so easily? Probably because Lucas—who should've backed her—humiliated her instead.

But the crack only lasted a second. Then she recovered.

"So you understand the Harrisons now. Then you know what we're capable of."

Terrifying, really.

They were all her own children, yet she deliberately gave birth to so many just to make them turn on each other. There was no family love left at all.

She didn't care about her children's lives at all, not with so many of them. And knowing Lucas' story, some probably weren't even hers.

With that age gap between her and Victor, she clearly wasn't the first wife. She wouldn't care about anyone else's kids either.

Same went for Sherry.

It looked like she was only going to make more and more enemies.

Lucas watched her carefully. Anyone else would've backed down. People valued their lives. Especially against someone this powerful.

Sherry had more reason than most to be scared. She'd been hurt before. Her instinct would be to avoid more pain.

"You really think what you did was honorable? Even animals don't eat their young. What does that make you?"

If not for their pressure, Lucas wouldn't be leading this young.

His parents traveled constantly—one, to avoid Irene and Victor's manipulation; two, to prove they didn't need dozens of kids to keep the Harrison name strong.

They'd done enough. The elders had to see it.

"Perfect example of poor people's logic. Because you're poor, you think this way. Let me ask—how much money have your 'feelings' made you? In this world, money is king. I stand here. You kneel. That's the rule."

"You're right. Ruthless people get to the top. But you also have to accept that the people you've been ruthless to won't treat you well. Why should Lucas indulge you? And when you're on your deathbed, you'd better make sure no one pulls your ventilator plug early.

"Unless you never die."

You're young, you're rich, you do what you want. Fine. But be ready for payback.

She thought she was safe now. What about later?

Probably first time someone talked to her like this. But her age meant she didn't have to worry yet.

"You're wrong there. It's fine for the old to be cruel to the young. But if the young treat the old badly, everyone will talk, and the whole company takes the hit. Who'd risk that?"

Sherry poured herself water.

Irene assumed it was for her. Just like she imagined—Sherry didn't fit this role. Only now she thought to bring water?

If Sherry had done that earlier, maybe she wouldn't have gotten yelled at.

Not that it would've helped—Irene would've yelled anyway. But at least she'd have tried.

Her hand reached out, but Sherry drank it herself.

Besides her, Lucas was here, and even Max was here, who'd worked here longer than Sherry.

That water should've gone to anyone but her own mouth!

Before Irene could speak, Sherry beat her to it.

"You think you'll still be around to make sure people know what happened to you?

"If it were me? I'd make sure you died quietly. History's written by the living, isn't it?"

Spreading your story to the world? Dream on.

Max's legs wobbled. He'd just heard something he shouldn't have.

"Not that I'd do anything illegal, of course. But when you're half-dead, you'd beg me to finish it. Then it'd be perfectly justified, wouldn't it?"

Honestly? Even they'd never thought of that. This angle...

Max snuck a thumbs up.

Brilliant.

You think you're powerful now? Wait till you're old.