The man cradled Cherise tenderly in his arms, yet his icy gaze pierced Sebastian. With a contemptuous sneer, he remarked, âYou previously made it clear that if you didnât return the shares worth ten billion. to me, Lenoir Group would be renamed to âWeiss Group.â
âBut what you donât know is...â With a dismissive flick, he tossed a stack of share transfer documents. onto Sebastianâs lap.
âStarting tomorrow, Weiss Group will be rebranded as âLenoir Group. Your father has already signed a contract with me and transferred all the shares under his name to me.â
Sebastianâs eyes widened abruptly, and he hurriedly sifted through the documents. To his astonishment, they bore the unmistakable signature of the elderly Alain! âHow can this be...â He collapsed back onto the sofa, bewildered. âIâm his flesh and blood...â
âYour father spilled the beans,â Damien smirked, âHe made it clear that youâre the most unreliable person on the planet.â
âHe also mentioned that Yolanda couldnât snag a decent husband. Since you're so reckless, he has no one to count on. He would rather sell off Weiss Groupâs shares, move overseas, and start afresh. Anyway, this money will ensure Yolanda lives a carefree life from now on. And as for you... he never considered you his son.â
Sebastian felt like heâd been struck by a bolt of lightning, his mind reeling... Did my own father... forsake me?
âOf course, the surprises | have in store for you donât stop here, Mr. Weiss,â Damien remarked with a yawn, motioning for Otto to enter. Otto swiftly led a team to remove all the hidden cameras and bugs in the room.
âAnd this.â Damien extended his hand, retrieving the pen from Cheriseâs front pocket. He deftly disassembled the pinhole camera from the pen cap and handed it to Otto. Then, he reached out and playfully pinched Cheriseâs nose. âWhat's about to happen isnât meant for outsiders to witness.â
Cherise pressed her lips together, staring at him blankly. âWhy not?â
âBecause itâs going to be rather frightful,â Damien explained, planting a kiss on her cheek. âAnd some folks prefer to remain out of the limelight.â
The door swung open, and a middle-aged man in a silver-gray suit entered briskly. Cherise glanced up, taking in the spirited figure. Though he appeared to be in his fifties, there was a vitality about him that belied his age, with no hint of weariness or aging evident on his face. He looked very lively and... attractive. Still, Cherise couldnât shake the feeling that she knew him.
âCall him âDad,â Damien whispered softly to her.
Cheriseâs eyes widened in realization. âIs this... my dad?â
âYes.â
âUm... Hi, Dad,â Cherise rose awkwardly, her voice stiff.
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