Chapter 1713: Chapter 1713

Chapter 1713

Matthew’s face was etched with gravity as he spoke, “Ms. Skyler is the fiancée Hudson picked out for Zavier, and Samuel gave his blessing too. Hurry up and get her dressed to keep Zavier company through the wake.”

The aged butler nodded, “Right away. Miss Skyler, please follow me.”

Skyler trailed after the butler.

Barbara tagged along, but after a few steps, she turned back, flashing Matthew a smile, “Hey, Matthew, thanks.”

He returned the smile but remained silent.

Sierra’s voice echoed softly, “What’s that old bat up to now?”

Matthew replied dryly, “Brown-nosing, obviously.”e2

Sierra scoffed, “What a tramp.”

He shrugged, “The Blues are stirring the pot, but they’re not worth our time.”

Sierra watched Skyler’s retreating figure, then glanced at Zavier, “You know Zavier wants no part of this marriage, yet you send the Blue girl to his side. Aren’t you afraid he’ll cause a scene?”

A cold smile played on Matthew’s lips, “That’s precisely what I’m counting on. If he doesn’t make a scene, Hudson, out of sympathy for his late son and grandson, might just soften up and hand Rivera Inc.’s reins to that little punk.”

Sierra countered, “Everyone has a soft spot, but not Hudson. When Brodie died, Hudson seized control of Rivera Inc. faster than lightning. He was worried we couldn’t handle Brodie’s loyalists. At his age, he’s still got a vice grip on the helm. A man that obsessed with power? Soften up? Hardly.”

Matthew mused, “That’s what everyone thinks. But I’ve got this nagging feeling Hudson’s hiding something. What if he’s gone. stupid and hands the wheel of the Rivera family to Zavier?”

Sierra retorted, “Even if Hudson does, can that wild card Zavier handle it? The guy spends his days gaming with his entourage, never minding the family business. He’s practically a write-off. What’s there to worry about?”

“You don’t know jack,” Matthew shot back. “Zavier may seem like a slacker, but he’s actually turned a pretty penny with a few games his team developed.”

“Profitable games?” Sierra scoffed. “Can they compare to Rivera Inc.’s profits? Knowing games doesn’t mean he knows management. He’s clueless about running a business. Rivera Inc. would crumble in his hands. Unless Hudson’s lost his marbles, he’d never entrust the Rivera legacy to him.”

Matthew pointed out, “Hudson’s health is failing day by day. After this blow, it’s only a matter of time. It’s a critical moment for Rivera Inc.’s succession. I must achieve something significant during this period to show him who the most suitable heir is.”

Sierra hinted, “I heard Owen’s courting the Dixon Group from Harbor City. If he nails a strategic partnership with them, our

chances will dwindle.”

Matthew reasoned, “Hudson’s set up the Blues from Southern Port for Zavier. Owen’s vying for a partnership with the Dixons. Given the choice between the Blues and the Dixons, Hudson will pick the Dixons, hands down.”

“So what are you suggesting?” Sierra probed.

“Owen’s been talking to the Dixon Group for ages, even had a few minor collaborations. Snatching them is next to impossible. If we want to win, and become Hudson’s obvious choice for succession, we need to secure a deal with the Hartley Group.”

“You’re thinking of reaching out to Marcus?” Sierra asked, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and anticipation.