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.

filled it out,

“Take this and depart.”

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

rise a tad later, and it caused no disruption,” Bruce retorted casually, laced

from Marcus hangs in the balance. Instead of diverting your attention to women, why not engage more with Marcus and gather intelligence?” Jonah’s frustration was

took a

ensnared in this chess match of yours, relegated to the

maintained a veneer of composure, yet

continued to blaze. His aspiration to lay claim to the sumptuous Thomas fortune, an emblem of wealth and

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

legacy, he presented an image of detachment from fame and fortune.

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