Vincent picked up the call, and immediately, he heard laughter on the other end.

“How’s your recovery, my dearest brother? I heard you were in the hospital,” said the man, his voice threatening and slightly hoarse.

It actually gave people the creeps.

Vincent responded with a cold sneer, still holding the phone. “Holden, are you looking for trouble?”

“Don’t be so dramatic. You’ve run the Adams family for years. It’s time for a new family head, and that’s me.” Holden’s voice overflowed with barely concealed joy. He had been waiting for years, and now, he had found the perfect moment to act. Victory seemed within his reach.

“I know you’re badly hurt and stuck in the hospital. Try not to get too worked up; it’s not good for your recovery.”

“Do you really think you can do it? If it hadn’t been for that fool’s mercy back then, you’d have been dead in the fighting pit. You’re nothing but a cowardly waste.”

Vincent was talking about his father.

He had never felt any fatherly love or favoritism from him. To that man, all his children were just tools to keep the family afloat.

He only saw Holden as his true son.

Holden was the only one among the Adams family’s children who hadn’t been subjected to a brutal, violent upbringing.

That was both his blessing and his curse.

No one should have had to endure such violence and brutality as a child.

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But lacking such experiences, how could Holden ever be strong enough compared to other Adams children?

Holden laughed and said softly, “Should I pity you, Vincent? After all, you were the one who killed your own family with a knife when you were just twelve. Do you still have nightmares about it?”

A deadly glint flashed in Vincent’s eyes.

Even over the phone, he could picture Holden’s smug smile.

He pressed his lips together but maintained his composure.

“Have you heard any strange sounds?”

Holden was taken aback. “What sounds?” he asked.

“The sound of your own death.”

With that, Vincent ended the call.

Holden was practically begging for his own end.

He was such a fool.

For someone so foolishly seeking his own death, Vincent had no mercy to spare.

“Samuel, gather everyone and check the overseas docks—immediately. Take them back, and get me a ticket. I’m heading home now.”

His stronghold was still in Granville.

Vincent kept his deeper worries to himself.

Holden’s boldness suggested he was well-prepared.

If Holden had gone as far as to meddle with the docks and ports, he might have tampered with the domestic operations as well.

“Understood, Mr. Adams.” Samuel immediately began to execute the orders.

Without missing a beat, Katelyn declared, “I’m going with you.”

Jaxen said eagerly, “I will also go to beat that arrogant brat.”

Vincent’s lips quirked slightly, showing a hint of emotion. He wasn’t as serious as before. “Alright.”

They took the earliest flight available and landed in Granville by the afternoon.

On a giant screen in the city center, an interview was being shown.

The reporter was seated to one side while the main guest, dressed in a suit and looking self-satisfied, was none other than Holden.

He was undeniably handsome. Yet, next to Vincent, he appeared somewhat ordinary.

The reporter, microphone in hand, conducted the interview.

“Mr. Adams, have you officially become the president of Adams Group?”

“Absolutely. I have my father’s authorization letter, and I also own shares in the company. Vincent Adams was the president simply because he took everything from me. If you were aware of the ruthless methods Vincent employed over the years, you would surely find him awful.” ? ?s? ?s FιndNovel.net

Holden exuded arrogance. He seemed so smug and full of himself.

Katelyn couldn’t hide her disdain and said, “He’s truly disgusting.”

Vincent remained composed. “Let’s go to the company first.”

What they didn’t expect, however, was to be stopped by security at the entrance of Adams Group when they arrived.

“Who are you people?”

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