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

Old Mr. 1 serence pulling all this out of the bloe, it was

20

and Amelia before, but

not even

way he’d go that

every dirty trick in the book, Ryan

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, it

him a look with a skeptical

Mr. Lawrence replied, “What’s there to be unsure

headed out. He knew he’d get his answers face to face–no way the old man

he saw the place was already packed

everyone turned to look at him. Since he was the CEO of the Guzman Group, most

then gave them a warning: “Rebecca is my only child, and I’m fiercely protective of her. I don’t want to hear anything inappropriate at the

from Miles’s faction stepped

warning shot. “Just saying- most of you aren’t getting any younger. I’m sure you’d all prefer your golden years to

landed hard. The vibe in

shifted; even the clueless ones caught

of the Guzman family didn’t bat

CEO, and him having his own kid actually worked out in their favor. From a practical angle,

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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help her manage the Guzman family in the

what

But that wasn’t important

and Jeffrey’s influence once he arrived to make

minutes later,

up at the Guzman family

was ready,

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

Lawrence’s left, with

and looked around, asking,

the looks of it, based on seniority and rank, there really wasn’t anyone else in the

clear–no other family

me that’s for Jeffrey?” someone else

he be coming?” one

dinner,

nothing to do with the Hanson family,