After the divorce, he begged

After saying goodbye to Amelia, Rebecca hopped into her car and headed out

Meanwhile, Amelis pulled out her phone and chot Ryan a message: [Rebecca’s here. If the suffers even a tiny bit at the Curman family, I won’t mind hacking into your company and blowing up some secrets.

Since they’d added each other as contacts, this was actually the first time Amelia had ever messaged him

Ryan replied almost instantly: [Don’t worry.)

Amelia put her phone away and didn’t bother checking it again.

Ryan turned to Old Mr. Lawrence and asked, “Did you give those folks a heads–up?”

Old Mr. Lawrence replied, “No.”

Ryan’s brows furrowed in frustration.

Anyone could tell Ryan was clearly annoyed by that answer.

He was the one who had invited Rebecca and promised to make sure everyone treated her right. Now he was hearing that Old Mr. Lawrence hadn’t prepared anything at all–it seriously ticked him off.

“I had them show up an hour early,” Old Mr. Lawrence said, old but still sharp. “Everyone should’ve arrived by now. If you need to say something, now’s your chance.”

Ryan fixed his eyes on Old Mr. Lawrence–he couldn’t shake the feeling the old man was setting him up.

Old Mr. Lawrence pressed, “Why are you just standing there? Rebecca’s gonna show up any minute. Do you want her walking in and overhearing stuff she’d hate to hear?”

“What exactly are you trying to pull?” Ryan snapped, the usual respect gone from his voice.

Old Mr. Lawrence just replied calmly, “I just want Becky to come home for a meal, meet her uncles and grandpas in the family. That’s all–what else did you expect?”

Ryan just sat there, not moving an inch.

Old Mr. Lawrence was starting to get anxious.

“What’s he doing just sitting there? It’s almost time–he should be out there talking to those people already, Old Mr. Lawrence fretted.

“Aren’t you going?” he pressed again.

“I’m not going over there until you tell me what you’re really after,” Ryan said, his tone icy. He’d grown up in a world full of schemes, from the Guzman Group’s shares down to the smallest details of daily life.

He’d kept his cool through more than twenty years of family scheming.

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time, he and Old Mr Lawrence hardly ever exchanged more than a

1 serence pulling all this out of the bloe, it was hard not

20

dad, Old Mr. Lawrence finally spoke up. Sure, I was harsh with you and Amelia before, but Becky’s your daughter, part of the Guzman family

him, not even

he’d go that

out every dirty trick in the book, Ryan

told them Becky’s coming over for dinner tonight, Old Mr. Lawrence said, realizing he couldn’t win this standoff. He was worried that if they kept arguing,

look with a skeptical edge. “You sure

Lawrence replied, “What’s there to be unsure about? Just

He knew he’d get his answers face to face–no way

stepped into the main hall, he saw the place

of the Guzman Group, most people started buttering him up, but of course, Miles’s

say, then gave them a warning: “Rebecca is my only child, and I’m fiercely protective of

someone from Miles’s faction stepped up, challenging

voice cool while his eyes bore down on them like a warning shot. “Just saying- most of you aren’t getting

in the room instantly grew

side, faces darkened and shifted; even the clueless ones

the Guzman family didn’t bat an

was the Guzman Group’s CEO, and him having his own kid actually worked out in their favor. From a practical angle, nobody wanted to see the family shares end up in Miles’s kids‘ hands once the old

they wouldn’t have to worry about the family’s future. With how much Ryan and Amelia cared about their daughter, they’d make sure to marry her off

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could help her manage the

exactly what

But that wasn’t important

to use both their expectations and Jeffrey’s influence once he arrived to make the share transfer

forty minutes later,

Jensen pulled up at the Guzman

then, the Guzman family’s dinner was ready, and nearly all the

table sat Old Mr. Lawrence, Ryan, the other key Guzman shareholders, and,

took the seat to Old Mr. Lawrence’s left,

asking,

based on seniority and rank, there really wasn’t

vibe was clear–no other family member seemed worthy of that

Jeffrey?” someone else at the table

Why would he be coming?” one person asked, sounding

dinner, there’s an important guest from Jelasburg

with the Hanson family, so