Mitchel, seizing the moment, said to Alexis, âLetâs see that letter from my grandfather you mentioned.
Why not show it to us?â
Cornered, Alexis found himself between a rock and a hard place.
His refusal to reveal the letter would imply culpability.
In a desperate bid to evade scrutiny, he dramatically shoved the letter into his mouth, feigning a breakdown while accusing, âYouâre all trying to corner me to death! If you mistrust your own dad to this extent, no evidence will ever satisfy you!â
In his haste, Alexis sought to cast himself as the wronged party, but the dry paper proved difficult for him, a man used to the finer things, to swallow.
As Alexis struggled, Matteo acted swiftly, applying pressure to a specific point on Alexisâ neck, which led Alexis to cough up the letter.
Matteo secured the letter before Alexis could make another attempt at its destruction.
A brief inspection by Beuford was enough for him to declare, âThis is not penned by Kyler!â
The room buzzed with disbelief and indignation at the lengths to which Alexis would stoop, fabricating even Kylerâs handwriting in his scheme.
In response to Beufordâs conclusion, Alexis snapped, âWhat do you know with those eyes of yours? How can you claim itâs a forgery? Youâre merely Mitchelâs pawn in this charade!â
Yet, Beuford remained unruffled, advising Mitchel, âLetâs compare this letter with known samples of Mr.
Kyler Dixonâs handwriting.
â
Following Mitchelâs directions, both the questioned letter and authentic samples of Kylerâs handwriting were projected for all to see.
Alexis, scrutinizing the comparison and finding the forgeries indistinguishable to the untrained eye, gloated.
âSee, even you must admit your mistake.
Theyâre perfectly matched.
â
Alexis had invested heavily in the forgery, confident in the forgerâs promise of an undetectable imitation.
And indeed, at first glance, the duplication seemed flawless, leaving the shareholders in a state of confusion.
The question hung in the air.
Could this truly be a fake, when it mirrored Kylerâs handwriting so precisely?
Beuford gently touched his beard, âIts exact likeness is the reason I declared it fake.
â
Alexis responded, âKeep making things up.
I canât wait to see how you will twist this story!â
âMr.
Kyler Dixon wrote the manuscript, copying his grandfatherâs handwriting.
He even added a handwritten note at the end to say itâs an imitation.
But you, in your careless attempt at forgery, didnât even bother to look at the last page.
You just picked out bits and pieces to replicate.
â Beuford flipped to the final page, announcing, âHere lies the genuine work of Mr.
Kyler Dixon!â
Kylerâs genuine signature radiated a commanding presence.
It was vastly superior from what had been presented before.
Alexis was speechless.
He never expected his scheme would come back to bite him with a copy made by Kyler himself.
He muttered in disbelief, âThis canât be!â
âMr.
Alexis Dixon, being Mr.
Kyler Dixonâs son, itâs shocking that you fail to recognize your own fatherâs script after all these years!â
Beufordâs face was stern, as cold as the timeless forests on a mountain peak.
âWhat a disappointment you are.
â
Alexisâ failure as a son was evident, explaining Kylerâs preference for Mitchel and sending Alexis overseas.
Without integrity, a man could not stand proud.
Kylerâs discerning eye had spotted Alexisâ shortcomings.
âThis canât be!â In a fit of anger, Alexis charged at Beuford, choking the latter while shouting, âYou cunning old man! Youâre after me, arenât you?â
Alexis had completely lost his bearings.
With his good name ruined, he had nothing left.
Without wasting a second, Mitchel jumped in, shoving Alexis aside with all his might.