Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 1024:

Father and son stood facing each other, their wills as solid as stone, neither willing to yield. Brook, enraged by the defiance in his son’s tone, seethed. “You’ve really grown bold, haven’t you? Defying me for the sake of a woman!” he snapped, his voice sharp.

He knew well that his son harbored a deep hatred for him. But in Brook’s mind, men’s affairs were just part of the game. The towering figures in society, those who held power, were all tainted by some form of compromise.

For years, Brook had carefully nurtured both of his sons, preparing them to take his place. But only Kellan had the true mettle to inherit his legacy. He was the one most capable. Yet now, Brook felt it necessary to remind him of his place.

“Even if the Lloyd Group falters, the shares still rest in my hands,” Brook declared, leaning on his silver cane for support. “Its future rests entirely on my word.”

with Kellan, an unspoken challenge between them. Brook knew his son’s temperament all too well. Beneath that cold, calculating exterior lay a fierce loyalty. Once

his mother Gianna’s vision — a fact that only deepened Kellan’s resolve to claim the shares. Brook was aware of his son’s desire, but he remained unshaken. After all, could a father and son

me, but think about your mother. If you marry

his reprimand, Kellan’s voice sliced through. “If Mom were alive, she’d be thrilled that I found someone I love. She’d want me to be happy, not trapped in a web of power plays and calculations. Some people’s hearts are so tainted

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hand, his palm scorching against hers, never intending to release

were once a poor young man, but Mrs. Lloyd didn’t care about your status. She helped you build Lloyd Group from the ground up into an empire. What you’re doing now is a stark contradiction to everything

background or education. Kellan had carried that same philosophy into Charisma Company. That was why neither Aimee — poor and struggling —

his pride wounded deeply. “You…” he stammered, struggling to find the right words. What stung most