Sylvia wasn''t asking for a divorce. It was more like she had dered war against Preston.


    Preston was a money-grubber. His employees thought that he would hit the roof and go on a rampage.


    To their surprise, he simply gave a cold reply. "Got it," he said before leaving everyone and heading


    upstairs.


    This level of calmness was unusual. This peculiar response made them shudder and sent chills down


    their spine.


    Preston had just got into his empty room when he received a call from Sylvia.


    "Mr. Preston, you''ve been discharged from the hospital, and you''re about to emigrate overseas to enjoy


    yourter years. Isn''t it about time to put the pedal to the metal and get the divorce settled?"


    Sylvia spoke with sarcasm. Every word of hers was choking him. "There''s no meaning in dragging it on.


    The longer you put it off, the more likely I am to blurt something out of my mouth. If I ended up spewing


    some nonsense, wouldn''t that just add to your predicament?"


    Preston picked up a fruit knife from the tea table. He had no expression on his face. He started carving


    on the expensive rosewood table slowly.


    "Syl, we were husband and wife after all. I''ve never ill-treated you all these years after you married into


    the Harper family. I didn''t intend for us to get to where we are today.


    "I still have feelings for you. Could we rethink the divorce agreement? You''re taking away almost every


    single thing I have. At the end of the day, I''m still a Harper. You need to help retain some of my dignity."


    "Hah, dignity? You''re now handicapped. You''ve lost your shares and your power. You''re just a useless


    man. You''re lucky that you still have air in your lungs. Dignity is a luxury. Would you still need it?"


    Sylvia spoke in a voice full of disdain and resentment. "All these years, I was your wife by name. But


    you have never looked me in the eye. You''ve only treated me like a piece of furniture while you lived a


    life of debauchery out there!


    "Not just that, you even hid the fact that you have azoospermia and pinned it on me for being unable to


    conceive. Cornelius looked down on me, and the plutocratdies in Sna City saw me as a joke.


    They said that I was like a barrennd!


    "I''ll be frank with you, Preston. If it wasn''t because you are a Harper, I wouldn''t have married you!


    Without the Harper family as your crowning glory, you''d be even worse off than a beggar by the


    roadside.


    "I''ve waited for this day for too long! You have until tomorrow morning. If you still refuse to sign the


    papers, I will go to Cornelius and reason with him. Don''t make me say nasty things about you!"


    The call ended.


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    The room was as silent as a cemetery.


    Preston put the knife down calmly. He dialed the number of his trusted secretary, Frank Carsen.


    "Gather some men tonight. We''re going to see Cornelius before we leave. This will be the veryst


    time."


    Upon saying that, he got up and exited the room; only an ugly and crooked word was left on the tea


    table—"Death".


    It was deep into the night. At the Harper residence, Cornelius and his secretary, Caspian Gray, were in


    his study. They were organizing the businesses and shares that Cornelius had in hand.


    "Mr. Cornelius, have you really decided to transfer all these to Mr. Landon?"


    Caspian couldn''t believe his eyes. He wanted to double-confirm Cornelius'' intention. "Once Mr. Landon


    takes over these, you are essentially handing the entire Harper Group to him."


    Cornelius picked up his pen. "Of course I know that. Otherwise, why would I have asked you to get all


    these done?"


    "Mr. Cornelius, Harper Group is what you''ve worked hard for all your life. Without you, there wouldn''t


    be Harper Group. Are you sure that you can bear to let go of all your power?"


    "I am already on my deathbed. The family business, no matter how big it gets, isn''t something that I


    can bring with me when I die."


    Cornelius let out a bitterugh. He shook his head. "Landon threatened me without thinking of the


    consequences. He even beat up Preston so severely. Ever since then, I havee to a realization. If I


    continue to hold onto my power and make things difficult for Landon, Harper Group will only end up in


    an even messier situation. That will only push Landon to do something even more terrifying."