CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SIX

**Richard’s POV**

The next morning, I got a call from Dad. He was in one of his “let’s make it interesting” moods. “Richard, come by the villa. We need to have a little chat.”

I knew what that meant: another round of “you’re doing great, but let’s see how you handle this.” I showed up promptly, precisely at my father's study, and there they were—Dad, Jonathan, and William. I was expecting the usual banter, but today, I felt different.

“Ah, Richard,” Dad said as I walked in. “Glad you could make it. Have a seat.”

I took my usual spot, trying to suppress my smirk. I knew today’s news would rile up my stepbrothers.

Dad cleared his throat. “So, I wanted to let you all know how things are going. Richard here is still ahead, as usual.”

Jonathan and William’s faces turned a few shades redder. Jonathan’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, really? Can’t you just give it a rest?”

“Relax, Jonathan,” Dad said. “This is just how it is. You guys have had your chances.”

William scowled. “Yeah, and every time Rich