As Gilbert drove them to the meeting location provided by the buyer, Old Wade couldn't contain his frustration. "Who does he think he is, making such an unreasonable demand? When we get there, I'll give him a piece of my mind. What a thief," he grumbled."Dad, please try to stay calm. We don't know who we're dealing with here," Gilbert urged, worried that his father might escalate the situation. They had an ongoing court case with the Wilson family that required a cash settlement, and their company's monthly dividends wouldn't be enough to cover additional troubles."Why are you so afraid? Sometimes I wonder if I'm even your father. When I was your age, I wasn't afraid of trouble; trouble was afraid of me," Old Wade scolded Gilbert relentlessly.Gilbert remained silent and declined to offer any further comments. Instead, he focused all his attention on driving while his father continued to criticize him as they made their way. Upon arrival, Gilbert hastily parked the car in a nearby s

Old Wade stood to the side as Gilbert tried to contact other family members and grandchildren. Unfortunately, they were all magically unreachable or had their phones turned off."Old man, it seems I've wasted enough time on you two; I should be getting rid of you now," the gang boss said, pointing his gun at Old Wade and edging his finger toward the trigger."I'll give you 1% of my shares in the company," Old Wade suddenly offered.The gang boss's expression soured as he scoffed, "1%? Do you think I'm a fool?""3%," Old Wade blurted out in a flustered manner, his fear of death evident."Not bad, old man; you're good at handling a crisis," the gang boss remarked before standing up and leaving the father and son locked in the room.Looking at his father, Gilbert said unhappily, "Dad, you shouldn't have given him 3% of the company shares. Now we're left with only 15%, and our monthly dividends will decrease by 3%."Old Wade let out a disdainful huff and snorted. "Why should I continue to

Standing at the top of the office building, Jayson sneered, "Is it time for the other families?" before vanishing from sight.Throughout that fateful night, the entirety of the Wilson family's business empire went up in flames, with warehouses and factories alike reduced to ashes.The news of this catastrophic event dominated headlines, seizing the front pages of newspapers and flooding the airwaves, as live updates of the widespread devastation were broadcast on television.Observing the news coverage, Mrs. Wilson felt no sympathy for her estranged relatives. They had long ago cast her and her family aside when they divided the family's wealth among themselves."Mom, this is terrible; all our family's businesses are gone," Elena remarked, her face drained of colour.Seething with anger, Mrs. Wilson retorted, "What do you mean 'our family business'? The Wilson family's enterprises have nothing to do with us after they divided the family assets and refused to share even a fraction with