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The Rival Heir Challenge
Author: D.twister
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Marcus pushed open the coffee shop door, expecting to face Emma alone. Instead, he found chaos. Men in black suits filled the place, and customers were being asked to leave.

"What's going on?" Marcus demanded.

Emma rushed over, her face pale with fear.

"Marcus, thank God! These men showed up with legal papers. They say they're taking over!"

[SYSTEM ALERT]

[WARNING: HOSTILE HEIR DETECTED]

[THREAT LEVEL: HIGH]

[IDENTITY: VICTOR CHEN - RIVAL CLAIMANT]

Slow clapping echoed through the empty shop. Marcus turned to see a man his age sitting at a corner table in an expensive navy suit. He was handsome but cold, with sharp features and calculating eyes.

"Very impressive, cousin," the man said, standing up. "The fake bank account, the business cards, even the phone call. You almost fooled me."

"Who are you?" Marcus demanded.

The man smiled and pulled out his own business card. "Victor Chen. Your cousin. The real heir to Chen International Holdings."

Emma looked confused. "Marcus, what's he talking about? You said you were the CEO."

Victor laughed. "He wishes. There are three potential heirs to the Chen fortune, Mrs. Williams. Marcus is just one of them. And unfortunately, he's been living in fantasy land."

Marcus felt anger building. "My grandfather left the company to me."

"Did he?" Victor pulled out thick legal documents. "According to this will, dated six months ago, the company goes to whichever heir proves most worthy. And I'm winning."

"That's impossible," Marcus said.

"Grandfather died two years ago."

"Wrong." Victor's smile was cruel.

"Grandfather died six months ago. He was testing all three of us without telling anyone. I've acquired twelve companies in Asia. Elena, our cousin from Europe, took over Milan's fashion industry. And you... you've been serving soup."

Emma grabbed Marcus's arm. "Is this true? Are you not really the CEO?"

Marcus's mind raced. The system had given him money and information, but never confirmed he owned Chen International Holdings.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

[INHERITANCE STATUS: CONTESTED]

[MISSION UPDATE: PROVE WORTHINESS AGAINST RIVAL HEIRS]

[NEW OBJECTIVE: DEFEAT VICTOR CHEN IN BUSINESS CHALLENGE]

Victor noticed Marcus's confusion. "Let me guess - you recently discovered your 'powers,' right? Got some money, some information? That's just the family inheritance system activating. We all have it."

"All of us?" Marcus asked.

"All three heirs get the system at twenty-five. I got mine two years ago. Elena got hers last year. You're the last to activate." Victor shrugged. "Better late than never."

Emma stepped between them. "I don't understand any of this. Marcus, yesterday you were broke. Today you bought this coffee shop. Now he says you're not really rich?"

"Oh, he has some money," Victor said dismissively. "The system gives us starting funds. How much did you get, Marcus? Ten million? Twenty?"

Marcus didn't answer, but Victor read his expression.

"Ten million! How cute. I started with fifty million because I activated earlier. Elena got thirty. The longer you wait, the less you get."

Marcus clenched his fists. "What do you

want?"

"Simple." Victor walked to the counter and pulled out a contract. "A business challenge. We each have forty-eight hours to make as much profit as possible, starting with equal investments of five million dollars. Winner takes this coffee shop chain."

"And if I refuse?"

Victor's smile turned nasty. "Then I buy your coffee shop right now for six million - more than you paid. You make a small profit, and I own where your wife works."

Emma looked panicked. "Marcus, you can't gamble with my job!"

"Ex-wife," Victor corrected. "I heard about the engagement to Richard Sterling. Congratulations. Richard's a good customer of mine."

Marcus felt slapped. "You know Richard?"

"Of course! He's been buying properties from my real estate division for months. Lovely penthouse he got for Emma. Twenty million dollars."

Emma's face went red. "How do you know about that?"

"Because I sold it to him," Victor said smugly. "Richard Sterling is my business partner.

When he told me he was engaged to some nobody's ex-wife, I had no idea she was connected to my cousin."

Marcus felt his world spinning. "Richard works for you?"

"Works with me. We've done several deals together." Victor pulled out his phone.

"Richard? It's Victor. Yes, I'm with your fiancé's ex-husband right now... What? You didn't tell her? Oh, this is awkward."

Victor put the phone on speaker. Richard's voice filled the shop.

"Emma, sweetheart, is that you? Victor Chen and I are business partners. He's been helping me acquire Manhattan properties. I was going to tell you after the wedding."

Emma's face went white. "You're working with Marcus's cousin?"

"I didn't know they were related until now. Small world, right?"

Victor took the phone off speaker. "Richard, I'll call back. Family business."

He hung up and smiled at Emma's shocked expression. "So your engagement is quite convenient. Richard's been very useful in helping me corner the Manhattan real estate market."

Emma sank into a chair, overwhelmed. "This is insane. None of this makes sense."

"It makes perfect sense," Victor said. "The Chen family controls billions. We have influence everywhere. Your fiancé, your brother's fake watch, your father's construction loans - it's all connected."

Marcus stepped forward. "Enough games. What are the terms?"

"Finally!" Victor clapped. "We each invest five million in any business venture. Forty-eight hours from now, whoever made the most profit wins. Loser gives up their claim to this coffee shop chain."

"And if I win?"

"If you win, I'll tell you about Elena and where to find grandfather's real will. Plus, I'll transfer ten million to your account."

Marcus looked at Emma, still in shock, then at Victor's contract.

[SYSTEM ADVICE]

[ANALYSIS: VICTOR CHEN HAS 73% CHANCE OF VICTORY]

[RECOMMENDATION: DECLINE CHALLENGE]

[ALTERNATIVE: ACCEPT WITH MODIFICATIONS]

"I have conditions," Marcus said.

"Such as?"

"If I win, you stay away from Emma and her family. No more business with Richard, no threats to the Williams family."

"And if I win?"

Marcus hesitated. "You get the coffee shop, and I'll publicly acknowledge you as the rightful heir."

"Deal!" Victor extended his hand immediately.

As they shook, Marcus felt electricity pass between them. Both systems activated.

[CHALLENGE ACCEPTED]

[TIMER STARTED: 47 HOURS, 59 MINUTES, 58 SECONDS]

[GOOD LUCK, MARCUS CHEN]

Victor smiled coldly. "Forty-eight hours, cousin. I hope you're ready to learn what real business looks like."

He walked toward the door with his men. At the entrance, he turned back.

"Oh, Marcus? You might want to keep your wife close. Business can be dangerous when family honor is at stake."

The door closed, leaving Marcus alone with Emma and the weight of an impossible challenge.

Emma stood up slowly. "Marcus, what have you done?"

"What I had to do," Marcus replied, but inside, he wondered if he'd just made the biggest mistake of his life.

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