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.”

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

rise a tad later, and

control over Thomas legacy from Marcus hangs in the balance. Instead of diverting your attention to

a somber turn in

I’ve been reluctantly ensnared in this chess match of yours, relegated to the role of a

a veneer of composure, yet within,

claim to the sumptuous Thomas fortune, an emblem of wealth

Angela’s Library

he’d never been the favored heir in the eyes of the family’s matriarch. He bided his

for Jonah. Despite his fervent yearning for the family legacy, he presented an

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