During the devastating earthquake, I was trapped under heavy rubble with my burning-fever son. When my husband finally reached us, he ignored our cries and carried his secretary-who only had a sprained ankle-into the first ambulance. As I wept in despair, a military helicopter landed right above us, and my billionaire father stepped out…

hotel group, the commercial construction division, and the multi-million dollar emergency-development fund were not simply owned by Arthur. They were held within an ironclad, generational family trust. My father had graciously appointed Daniel to the role of Chief Executive Officer, but the absolute, controlling beneficiary of that trust was, and always continue reading …