NovelEnglishChapter 555: Alex sat up quickly, his eyes narrowing.
This collaboration offered a way out of his current dilemma and a chance to retaliate.
The opportunity to preserve the Howe family foundation meant they wouldn't face total ruin, providing a chance for resurgence.
However, the requirement that “the patriarch of the Howe family must change” hit him hard.
It meant he had to overthrow his own father and take his place. Alex's breath quickened, and he gripped the phone tighter, his knuckles whitening with the strain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a lengthy pause, Alex exhaled deeply, his expression hardening into one of resolve.
He rose and approached the mirror.
Reflected was a disheveled man with unruly hair and a rough beard, a stark contrast to his usually polished appearance. Taking a deep breath, Alex started grooming himself.
He combed his hair, shaved his beard, and changed into a crisp, clean outfit.
He then opened the door and stepped out.
"Mr. Howe." The two guards at the door blocked his path, their faces devoid of emotion. "Your father has ordered that you cannot leave this room without his permission." "Step aside," Alex commanded, his tone laced with authority. The guards looked at each other but didn't move, loyal only to Terrance's commands.
"Are you deaf?" Alex's voice escalated, now marked by frustration. "I am the CEO of Howe Group. Do you really dare to stop me?" "Mr. Howe, we are simply following orders. Please don't make this difficult," one guard implored, steeling himself.
"Difficult?" Alex scoffed.
He advanced a step, his eyes piercing, his presence commanding. “Listen carefully. This isn't a negotiation. It's an order!" Alex emphasized each word sharply. "Move aside now!" His formidable demeanor made the guards involuntarily step back.
"Go. Inform Terrance Howe,” Alex said, his voice steadier as he tried to regulate his emotions. "Tell him I've reached a decision." One guard nodded to the other, who then hurried off to convey the message to Terrance.
Alex stood resolutely, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, causing him pain.
At that moment, however, the pain was the least of his concerns.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe wait seemed endless, each second stretched to its limit.
Though he appeared composed, Alex's mind was stormy, replaying potential dialogues with his father, anticipating every conceivable argument.
The upcoming conversation would be treacherous, as a single misstep could spell disaster. Soon, the guard returned.
"Mr. Howe, your father would like to see you,” he reported respectfully.
Alex proceeded, making his way to Terrance's study. Inside, the atmosphere was tense.
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