Chapter 1790

Preston looked like he was trying to conceal his ill intentions. Landon stared at him through his dark

and ferocious eyes.

That stare was full of threat indeed! In an instant, Preston felt like he was being choked. His chest

tightened.

However, on second thought, he figured that he didn't have to fear Landon. He was his uncle and

Cornelius’ only son. All he wanted was to fight Landon to death, no matter the cost.

Cornelius stayed silent for a moment. Then, he said in a low voice, "Preston, all these while, Landon’s

reputation in the outside world and his business capabilities are pristine. In other words, he is the

best candidate to be Harper Group's president.

"You have to give us a reason why you're stepping out to oppose this."

Preston puffed up his chest and lifted his head high. He shot a quick side glance at Landon’s frigid

face before turning to Cornelius.

“Dad.”

"We are at a work meeting right now," Cornelius reminded. One thing that Cornelius always disliked

about Preston was his unseriousness.

He was poles apart with his eldest son, Landon's father, who had passed away. They were

incomparable.

"Mr. Cornelius.” Preston changed his address unwillingly. "You pushed for Landon to become the

president because you've identified him as the successor of our family. Is that right?"

Cornelius nodded

"Since this is the case, that means that Landon’s status is extremely important.”

Preston looked like he was brewing a storm in a teacup. He continued to flatter Landon. "Not only is

he Harper Group's president, as your only grandson, he is also the hope of our entire family. This is

akin to a prince ascending to the throne.”

"What are you trying to say?" Landon could tell that he didn't have good intentions. The look in his

eyes became darker as he continued staring at him.

"What I'm trying to say is that your every move has an impact on our family's reputation. Thus, your

marriage will have a massive impact on our family's future too."

A flash of maliciousness flashed across Preston's eyes. "It is not child's play,” he punctuated, each

word sharply enunciated to emphasize his point.

"It is my choice who I wish to marry." Landon clenched his hands into tight fists on the table. His

eyes became shockingly red. "It is no one else's business.”

This tense confrontation made everyone else's hearts skip a beat.

"I am only your uncle. Of course it's none of my business. But Mr. Cornelius is your grandfather and

the head of the Harper family who has the final say. Are you saying that it is also none of his

business?" Preston scoffed.

Immediately after, he put on an indignant expression on his face and continued, "Mr. Cornelius,

although our family is ranked fourth among the four most notable families, we are still a powerful

and noble family.

"Landon has the looks and capabilities. Even if he isn't able to find a treasured scion like Ms. Alyssa

to be his wife, he shouldn't be marrying a psycho. Don't you think so? Must our family stoop so

low?"

Everyone's jaws dropped. The room was in an uproar.

Psycho?

Landon’s fiancée—the daughter from the Beckett family—was a psycho?

Were they marrying within their class or were they being charitable?

"Preston."

Landon stayed seated in his chair. His entire body was burning with so much anger that he felt like

he could burn the world away.

He threatened in a hoarse voice, "Have you thought about the consequences of humiliating my

fiancée in public?”

The chatters in the room stopped instantly. He was a natural leader. Even if he stood still, he still had

a powerful bearing about him.

"Humiliate? I am just stating a fact. How is that humiliation?" Preston sniggered. Then, he threw a

stack of documents, which he had prepared, onto the table. He gestured to everyone seated around

the long meeting table.

"Here. Take one each and have a look, everyone! This is Ms. Lauren Beckett's psychological

diagnosis report! Landon, I'd grovel at your feet if I'd uttered a single word of nonsense!"