At the entrance of the building, a prominent sign boldly proclaimed the name Adams Group.

Vincent, who held the esteemed position of CEO, found himself blocked at the door, completely unable to gain entry.

In an instant, Jaxen was consumed by anger. He clenched his jaw tightly as he took a step forward, fixing a fierce glare upon the security guards.

“Are you all blind? How can you not recognize your boss, Mr. Adams?” he demanded, his voice filled with frustration.

The security guards exchanged uncertain glances before responding firmly, “We only recognize Mr. Holden Adams; he is our boss.”

Upon hearing their words, Jaxen let out a mocking laugh. He flexed his wrists and confidently advanced toward them.

“You’re nothing but obedient dogs, eager to impress the one who dangles a treat in front of you. Well, I’m here to teach you a lesson you won’t forget,” he declared.

Just as Jaxen was about to unleash his fury on them, Vincent intervened, placing a hand on his arm to halt him.

“Samuel will take care of this,” he said calmly.

Samuel, who had been patiently waiting behind them, quickly stepped forward and effortlessly dispatched all the guards in a matter of moments.

As Vincent’s right-hand man, Samuel was highly skilled, though he still fell slightly short of Vincent’s impressive capabilities.

Once the issue was resolved, they wasted no time and swiftly made their way upstairs.

Meanwhile, Holden was presiding over a shareholders’ meeting, comfortably seated in Vincent’s usual chair.

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In a fit of uncontrollable rage, Jaxen forcefully kicked the door open.

The sudden commotion startled everyone in the room, causing them to turn their heads in unison to see Vincent, leaving them all in a state of shock.

Instinctively, several individuals rose to their feet and greeted him with the utmost respect.

However, such a greeting only served to irritate Holden further. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the table. “Please, take a moment to appreciate the scene. Your leader has arrived, yet he’s nothing more than a relic of the past,” he said.

The shareholders were left speechless, and as a realization dawned upon them, they nervously resumed their seats.

Katelyn, observing Holden’s arrogant demeanor, felt a surge of anger welling up inside her. “Since when did a pathetic, ridiculous rat gain entry to this hall? This whole situation is utterly ridiculous,” she exclaimed in disbelief.

Holden’s expression darkened significantly as he fixed an icy stare on Katelyn.

“So, you must be the designer named Iris? Now that Vincent has been bested, why not consider aligning yourself with me? I assure you, greater rewards await you,” Holden proposed.

Katelyn surveyed the room, her hand raised to her ear.

“Why do I hear the barking of a stray dog? Are the company’s security measures really that lax now? How did you even gain entry?” she questioned.

Holden’s expression darkened in response, his irritation growing with each taunt directed at him.

“Katelyn, I have treated you with respect. You should not be so ungrateful,” he retorted.

“Oh, so it’s this pathetic sycophant standing before me. You are quite ugly, and your inability to say anything flattering is truly remarkable. Honestly, even your breath is repugnant,” she shot back, covering her nose in disgust.

Jaxen erupted in laughter, his gaze fixed provocatively on Holden.

“Katelyn, you are remarkably sharp. You can even identify a dog masquerading as a human at first glance.”

“Why, you—” Holden exclaimed, his anger boiling over. He had only pretended to be noble, but now that he was mad, he revealed his true nature.

He was filled with a viciousness that stemmed from deep-seated resentment.

Both he and Vincent belonged to the same Adams family, yet Vincent wielded immense power and enjoyed widespread support.

Why was he left feeling like a cornered rat, hiding in the shadows while Vincent led the Adams Group to unprecedented success?

Holden felt he was capable of achieving similar greatness. Why, then, was his talent overlooked by others? Despite sharing the same bloodline, why were their destinies so starkly different?

He was consumed by feelings of resentment and an unwillingness to accept his fate.

The hatred in his heart was like a seed, quietly taking root until it blossomed into a towering tree in this moment of rage.

His anger had pushed him to the brink, causing him to lose all sense of reason.

“I am the CEO of this company now. You are all irrelevant, and you need to leave immediately.”

Katelyn’s eyes sparkled with sarcasm.

“What exactly are you supposed to be?”

Since the moment they had entered, Vincent had remained silent, but his cold demeanor and the chilling aura that surrounded him were undeniably intimidating.

He walked toward Holden with light, measured steps, yet for Holden, it felt as though Vincent was crushing his very heart with each movement.

Unable to meet Vincent’s gaze, Holden felt a surge of fear wash over him, knowing that looking into those eyes would only deepen his terror.

He was like a cornered rat, terrified and ready to be beaten back into submission in an instant.

“Get out of my seat!”

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