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.

a check, filled it out, and

“Take this and depart.”

the figures inscribed on the check, her humiliation was swiftly eclipsed by the sum before her. She clutched the check, departing with renewed

make a spectacle of it. I simply happened to rise a tad later, and it caused no disruption,” Bruce retorted casually, laced

us. The acquisition of control over Thomas legacy from Marcus hangs in the balance. Instead

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reluctantly ensnared in this chess match of yours, relegated

maintained a veneer of composure, yet within,

His aspiration to lay claim to the sumptuous Thomas fortune, an emblem of wealth and influence, had

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an overt power struggle would amount to naught, as he’d never been

couldn’t help but feel a measure of admiration for Jonah. Despite his fervent yearning for the family legacy, he presented an image of detachment from

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