A refined, middle-aged man opened the door and walked in. Seeing Kennedy sitting in a royal-like chair, he asked brightly, “Dad, it’s late. Why aren’t you asleep?”

Kennedy put his cell phone down and glanced at his eldest son.

Thinking about how he was almost seventy years old but still couldn’t rest because of his eldest son before him, that didn’t like business but was fascinated instead with calligraphy, Old Mr. Fest’s heart was depressed and didn’t look too kindly on him.

“It’s not up to you to tell me when to rest!” Kennedy’s face darkened as he glared at his son.

“Alright. Take care of your health, Dad, and rest early.” There was a bitter smile on his face as the middle-aged man turned to leave the study room.

Not too long after he left, Mason Fest walked in, emitting alcohol fumes. He was the second son of the Fest family, the father of Simon, and had quite the reputation in the upper circles of the entire Paramount.

If Kennedy was dissatisfied with his oldest son, the second son before his eyes made him furious beyond belief.

he was nicknamed

reached a certain age. But he still woke up late and came home late. All day, he would either be drinking or looking for women. He wouldn’t appear in

Get lost!” Seeing

you’re still awake?” Mason walked in

He was a

meditative

an unpleasant odor came around. “If you’re not going to give me money, then I’m going to ask my son! Otherwise, I’ll ask my

seeing the shameless acts of his unfilial son,

teacup on a small

father fierce enough to devour him, he

as he ran away. “I just asked for a little money. It’s fine if he didn’t want to give it to me. Why did he get

that was wide open, Kennedy’s face was livid, and his

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