Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 861

"If you had any real skills, would I need to play this retreat game?" Caelum snapped, his patience wearing thin. "Look at your brother. If he were still here, I wouldn't be stuck cleaning up all these messes."

Angelo, looking bored, replied, "My brother's been dead for years. If he knew he had so much work waiting for him, I bet he'd rather stay in his coffin."

"Your brother was a prodigy, recognizing and using talent by the age of fourteen. He was the youngest financial scholar, respected and feared by everyone at the company. He was the perfect heir to the Pollard family. And here you are, wasting your days running a newspaper and chasing what you call justice! If Kiran didn't die in that car accident, I wouldn't need you to impersonate him."

"You are right. Kiran was your golden child. Sandy and I combined aren't half as good as Ayan!"

Caelum took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool as he watched Angelo's nonchalant demeanor. "You know your uncles are itching to take over the Pollard family. If they found out Kiran was dead and I had no successor, they'd wear me down to seize control. What would happen to you and Sandy then? If I didn't have you impersonate your brother, they'd have made their move by now, leading to chaos in the family and giving outsiders a chance to pounce!"

a broken record. Standing up, he said, "Dad, you know I have no grand ambitions. I'm not as capable as my brother. I just want to run my newspaper and be a small business owner. Besides, our family already has more than enough wealth and power to last ten lifetimes. There are so many people who

to curse but held back. "If it weren't for your mother's sake, I would... Get out! Just

threw a pillow at Angelo, who dodged and made his way to the door, where he found the

"Sir?" Kingston looked startled.

keep an eye on my dad. Don't let him get too worked up; it's bad for his

Kingston gave Angelo a knowing look

his cuffs, and put on the gold-framed glasses from his

dressed sharply in a suit and tie, looked

sure." Angelo's tone was flat, his voice low. "My father is inside. Hope you two have a pleasant