CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE

RICHARD’S POV

“I expected $1 million, and I got $1.5 million from Richard,” my father said, leaning back in his chair and flashing a proud smile.

I leaned back in my own chair, soaking in the moment. The tension in the room was almost palpable. My brothers, Jonathan and William, looked like they were about to explode. They were frowning and tapping their feet impatiently, their faces a mix of frustration and resentment.

“Looks like someone’s ahead of the game,” my father continued, glancing at me with approval. “Richard, you’ve outdone yourself. You’re miles ahead of your brothers.”

Jonathan, clearly not happy about the situation, leaned forward with a sarcastic edge in his voice. “So, now that Richard’s way ahead, do we still need to bother with this task? Is there even a point?”

My father’s eyes narrowed, and he shot Jonathan a sharp look. “Only losers give up. Just because Richard’s made progress doesn’t mean you get to slack off. The task is the task, and you all need to keep pu