Devon initiated a significant conversation. "Travis, we need to talk about your stepmother, Bianca. There's something I've observed within my father's underground business operations for Danforth Group. Does the name Gerald Kramer ring a bell?" Devon inquired.Travis furrowed his brow, delving into his memories before nodding in recognition. "Yeah, Gerald Kramer, the man who harbors deep animosity toward my father. I've never quite understood the reason behind their ongoing feud."Devon concurred with a nod. "Exactly. Well, Bianca paid him a visit, and I happened to overhear their conversation. They were discussing plans to bring your father down, and it's a grave situation because Mr. Kramer is fully committed to this scheme. Their intention is to gradually dismantle him."Travis's face contorted with anger upon hearing the revelation. "What? That despicable woman! First, she took my mother's life, and now she's plotting against my father?!""That's precisely why I insisted you retur

“...Sorry to burst your bubble, but that's nothing more than a lifelong fantasy."Seething with anger, Quentin's frustration reached its boiling point, causing his teeth to clench tightly as he directed a venomous glare at Travis. "You're a complete fool, Travis. Your self-importance will get you nowhere, do you understand? You are utterly incapable of giving her what she desires, but someone like me certainly can."Travis's voice grew colder as his patience wore thin. "It's about time you shut your vulgar mouth. You have no idea what I'm capable of if you continue spewing your filth in front of me."Quentin let out a disdainful huff, a smirk dancing across his face in amusement. "Are you trying to threaten me? You? Ha ha, you insufferable bastard!""It's not a threat, it's a warning," Travis clarified. Just as he was about to walk away, Quentin reached out and used his hand to stop him."Do you honestly think I'll simply let you off the hook after you've dared to threaten me, Travis

As Quentin rushed out of the hall, William and Allison arrived accompanied by William's friend and his fiancée, Melanie Lane. William’s friend was a distinguished young man, dressed in an exquisite black tuxedo and donning a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist—a clear indication of his affluent background.This young man was Ezekiel Sinclair, the son of Bastien Sinclair and the CEO of his father's company, Luminary Holdings.On their way to enter the hall, they crossed paths with Quentin, prompting William to inquire urgently, "Quentin, what's happening? I've heard rumors about something affecting your family. Is it true? What's wrong?"Quentin pushed him away in despair, his voice trembling with anger and frustration. "It's all your fault, you bastard!" He then began muttering to himself, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. "It's all over. It's all over. It's all over."Confused and concerned, William asked, "What are you talking about? What did I do? I don't remember doing anything to

In the midst of everyone's astonishment, Travis gradually stood up, commanding the undivided attention of the entire banquet hall.Madame Alice, filled with fear, exclaimed in a hasty tone, "Travis, have you lost your manners? What are you doing? Sit back down!"It seemed as though he was oblivious to the gravity of the occasion! With numerous influential figures in attendance, none of them had dared to rise from their seats. Did Travis, perceived as a mediocre son-in-law, truly believe that the spotlight was meant for him in this moment?The attendees exchanged subtle glances, silently contemplating, "Could he truly be the chairman of the Danforth Group?"However, they swiftly dismissed the idea. "It's inconceivable. If he were indeed the chairman of Danforth, would Madame Alice scold him in such a manner?" they reasoned silently."Enough with this nonsense! Sit down where you belong!" William bellowed from the stage, his expression darkening.Unfazed by William's outburst, Travis lo

As the attendees regathered in the banquet hall, Madame Emma grasped Joanna’s hand firmly upon the stage. With a warm gesture, she apologized, "I deeply apologize for my earlier actions. It was my mistake. In reality, it is thanks to Joanna that we find ourselves in this fortunate position. She is truly an exceptional descendant of the Bloom family. The successful cooperation between Bloom Constructions and Danforth is a testament to Joanna’s tremendous efforts."General Manager Marshall, standing beside Madame Emma, observed her with a hint of disdain. Waving her hand to halt any further speech, General Manager Marshall intervened, stating, "Allow me to make a clarification. Mrs. Danforth contributions go beyond mere efforts. This collaboration is a result of her exceptional abilities and her individual power. It has no association with anyone else."While General Manager Marshall’s remark was undeniably impolite, the attendees had grown accustomed to her demeanor. As a figure of gre