On My 21st Birthday, My Grandmother Gave Me $50 Million. By Midnight, My Mother Had Me Thrown Out. By Morning, I Overheard a Plot to Steal It All. They Thought I Was a Child. They Thought I Was Weak. They Had No Idea What We Were Planning in the War Room.
Part 1 On my twenty-first birthday, my grandmother, Evelyn, didn’t just give me a cake. She gave me her entire fifty-million-dollar hotel empire. She handed me a heavy, leather-bound folder. It didn’t contain a symbolic key or a nice letter. It was stuffed with deeds, stock certificates, and transfer documents. My name was on every…