Randy wanted to go on strike.


    He, the esteemed CEO of the Osborne Group, was now reduced to being a keyboard warrior. This was a tant insult to his dignity.


    Erica ced the dishes on the table and said, "There''s nothing we can do about it. People like us can''t just hire any keyboard warrior. We have to be careful about leaks. Besides, you''re good withputers."


    By now, everyone had moved into Marion''s new house, a six-hundred-square-meter vi in the city center. Marion didn''t like overlyrge houses, but for the sake of spaciousness and necessary facilities, six hundred square meters was just right. "Wash your hands after typing ande eat," Erica said as she set the table.


    Debra put down her phone, nced at the dishes on the table, and then looked at Erica, who was wearing an apron. "Did you make all of this?"


    "Her cooking? Don''t even think about it. It''s all takeout, Randy said, walking away from hisputer. "Her job is to transfer the takeout onto tes and arrange them nicely on the table."


    Erica''s face darkened. "Randy, what do you mean by that?"


    "Nothing, just praising you for your excellent ting skills," Randy smiled.


    Erica swatted Randy on the back of his head and exined, "It''s not my fault to order takeout. Marion has been missing since this morning. He gave us the keys and disappeared. What do you think he''s been busy with all day?"


    "What else could it be? Managing the Houston family, of course," Randy said while eating. "Now that all the family''s affairs have been handed over to Marion, he spends his days signing documents, reviewing files, and sometimes has to go out for inspections. With so many businesses to oversee, Marion is busy enough with meetings alone."


    Erica asked curiously, "Why have I never heard him mention it?"


    "He spends his free time with Debra, so when would he have time to talk about thepany?" Randy paused and then said, "Wait, I think he went back to the old house today."


    Erica''s expression turned serious. "Is his grandfather summoning him?"


    Debra asked, "You mean Caleb?"


    She had met Caleb a few times before and thought he seemed like a kind and amiable old man.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    Randy said, "Although Caleb has retired, his influence is still strong. Having such a grandfather-inw, you''re in for some trouble."


    Meanwhile, in the spacious study of the Houston Mansion, Marion sat bored on the sofa. Caleb sat in his chair, his expression stern and his voice filled with an unignorable authority. ""You''re interested in the Frazier family''s girl."


    "Yes."


    "I remember her. Bring her to see me tomorrow."


    "She won''t see you.


    The tension between them was palpable.


    Caleb''s voice grew colder. "If I want to see her, I can have her brought here anytime."


    Marion''s eyes narrowed slightly. "You can try."


    Caleb stood up from his chair, raising his cane threateningly. "You little brat. Who gave you the nerve to talk to me like that?"