I never truly understood the power Mom and Dad held until they brought me home. Even if the Lawson family multiplied tenfold,
they still wouldn’t have come close.
The estate before me looked like an actual castle, complete with multiple grand gates just to get inside.
By some twist of fate, Dad’s last name was also Sinclair, so I didn’t even have to change mine.
The Sinclair family was centuries old, with its influence stretching globally. But for all its wealth and power, it was a bloodline
that ran surprisingly thin.
Among Dad’s generation, none of his brothers had children–only he did. And that child was me, making me the sole heir to an
empire.
From the moment I had gone missing, Mom and Dad had never stopped searching for me. Now that I was finally back, they–and
the entire family–pinned all their hopes on me.
After I had a brief reunion with my loved ones, Dad immediately began grooming me as his successor, determined to make up for
the 20–something years of my life we’d missed out on.
Maybe I had a natural talent for it, or maybe it was the resilience I had built over the years, but I managed to endure the intense
training. Every day, I absorbed knowledge like a sponge.
In three years, I mastered six languages, completed my advanced studies, and was entrusted with managing part of Dad’s
domestic businesses.
To celebrate, Dad hosted a grand banquet, inviting elite figures from all over the world.
