Seated on the sofa was none other than his father, Jonah Thomas.

“Dad, a prior heads-up would have been appreciated.”

Bruce’s voice, laden with the fatigue of a sleepless night, resonated with depth.

Only then did Jonah rise, pivoting to face Bruce, having first cast a frigid glance at the woman, whose humiliation was palpable.

“It’s nearly noon, Bruce. You’ve reached an age where focusing on the right path should be your priority. If your intent is to frolic with women, could you not defer such indulgences until our objectives are met, instead of reckless abandon?”

The woman hugged herself tighter. While she carried no badge of honor herself, being reprimanded so directly brought waves of humiliation.

Bruce produced a check, filled it out, and extended it to the woman.

“Take this and depart.”

her humiliation was swiftly eclipsed by the sum before her. She clutched

I simply happened to rise a tad later, and

moments for us. The acquisition of control over Thomas legacy from Marcus hangs in the balance. Instead of diverting your attention to women,

demeanor took a

pivotal period alone. I’ve been reluctantly ensnared in this chess match of

composure, yet within, the flames of

ambition continued to blaze. His aspiration to lay claim to the

Angela’s Library

been the favored

the family legacy, he presented an image of detachment from fame and fortune. This was in stark contrast to his hot-tempered

quick-igniting temper

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