NovelBookChapter 1398 Inside the Wrights' guest lounge, tension simmered. Quinton growled through clenched teeth, "Father, you've lost your mind. Sending our elite security team to protect that worthless piece of trash? Andrew doesn't deserve a damn thing!" Kevin's grin from earlier was nowhere to be seen now. With a sneer, he replied, "You're absolutely right-he doesn't deserve it. But it's all for show and won't cost us anything." He added, "You heard him-once he's safe, he'll hand over sTitan Essence Pills. You tried every trick in the book to get one and failed. Look atwith just one move, it's practically handed to me." Quinton was left speechless. When it cto scheming, he was truly his father's son-neither of them ever missed a beat.
Yara finally could not hold it in anymore. She chimed in, "Dad, I think this relationship with Andrew shouldn't be about gain. You already swore brotherhood. Our family should treat him as one of our own, not as a stepping stone to his resources." Kevin let out a mocking laugh. "Yara, since when did you becso naive? Or maybe the better question is when did you start thinking I was naive?" Ignoring Yara's glare, Kevin continued coldly, "If Andrew weren't useful, do you think I'd ever bother swearing brotherhood with sstreet rat? It's only because he's made something of himself that I've lowered myself to play nice and give him face. Otherwise, when he crippled Winston back then, I'd have destroyed him myself!" Yara stared at him in disbelief. "So you're telling me... the brotherhood was never real?" Kevin scoffed. "Real? My ass. This world runs on profit, nothing more. I called him 'brother' because he's worth something right now. And honestly, if a beggar under a bridge had that kind of value, I'd do the same!" He continued, "Yara, Quinton, you're both my blood. Remember this if we want our family to thrive, we need to be flexible. Anyone can be used, as long as it benefits you. And the moment someone stops being useful, cut them loose- family or not." Quinton grinned. "Father, you're absolutely right. Andrew's being hunted, right? We'll sit back and watch, and if he goes down, I'll personally make sure he's shattered to pieces." Kevin frowned. "Don't be hasty. Like it or not, Andrew is your godfather. I don't want people saying you killed your own family, got it?" Quinton suddenly snapped. "No! I want to be the one who kills him! Who the hell is that piece of garbage, thinking he's worthy of being my godfather? This whole thing is the biggest humiliation of my life!" Kevin patted his son's shoulder, trying to calm him. "Quinton, I get it. I understand how humiliating this must feet. But listen-real men know when to bend and when to rise Sometimes, you've got to play along and bide your time. Swallow your príde now, win the war later." Quinton shouted, "Easy for you to say! Why didn't you have Yara as Andrew's goddaughter then? Why is it alwayswho takes the hit?" The memories cflooding back, and his eyes welled up with fury.
Kevin's temper flared, and he slapped Quinton hard across the face. "You idiot! Do you seriously think I'd let Yara be his Vol
goddaughter? Have you lost your damn mind? Don't you know that half of these godfather' titles are just Επ sugar-daddy cover-ups?
"You think Andrew wouldn't take advantage of that? Next thing you know, he'd have her in his penthause, er in 'receiving life advice at 2:00 am.! And afterward, people would say I pimped out my own daughter! Dammit, you think I'd let myself fall that low? You think I could live with that shame?" Kevin's voice thundered with rage as he stood there, furious and unrepentant.
Stunned by the outburst, Quinton went silent for a moment, trying process what he had just heard. Before this, he did not know that these 'godfather' titles were just sugar-daddy cover-ups.
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