Simultaneously, they turned their heads to see Bruce standing by the door, holding a file in his hand.

“There's no company to take over.” Bruce repeated as he strolled into the room.

Briefly, he paused in front of Rachel. He sneered as he eyed her with disdain before he walked past her to his father's bed.

His gaze settled on DJ. A displeased glint tinged with hatred for his brother flashed through his eyes.

He glanced at his mother before settling his gaze on his father.

“Even on your deathbed, you still want to cheat me of my inheritance.” Bruce spat at his father. His voice, filled with contempt as...