When Mr. Santos saw that his father had truly recovered, he couldn't help but shed a tear. "Father, are you okay?" he asked in disbelief, tears streaming down his face out of sheer joy."I am fine now, son. I no longer feel any pain. It's as if I have returned to my youth. I feel as strong as someone in their twenties. Your mother will be delighted to hear this good news," Mr. Santos' father said.Overwhelmed with joy, Mr. Santos embraced his father. "Dad, that's wonderful news. You are not only better, but stronger too," Mr. Santos happily remarked.His father nodded in agreement. "You are right, son. I am better now. You no longer need to worry about me. You can focus on your work in the company."Mr. Santos understood what his father meant. As most people knew, the Santos family was stable and thriving, but when the elderly former chairman fell seriously ill, Mr. Santos neglected the company, leading to leaks and failures in different parts of the business.Mr. Santos nodded before

In a private room, four men can be seen tied to the floor, with Brad leaning near the door keeping watch. The door opened, and three figures entered, one of them being Max, accompanied by the Santos father and son."Ask them why they like the life of old Santos," Max softly said to Brad after seeing the four men.Brad nodded before approaching the leader. The leader was visibly afraid when he noticed Brad coming closer. "What do you want?" the leader said, trembling."I am easy to talk to, one tooth for each wrong answer," Brad said before flashing a menacing grin."What do you mean?" the leader asked, swallowing nervously. He glanced at his companion but noticed that they were still unconscious."It's simple," Brad smiled before kneeling in front of the leader. "What is your purpose for causing trouble at the event?" he asked."We like the life of Mr. Santos," the leader nervously replied.Brad nodded, "Which of the two Mr. Santos?" "The old one, Jason," the leader answered.“Why do