Bert sighed, "If you had any skills, would I have to resort to this retirement trick? Learn from Fermin. If he were still around, I wouldn''t have all these problems to deal with." Gand rolled his eyes. "Fermin has been dead for years. If he knew how much work was waiting for him, he''d probably prefer to stay in his coffin."


    "He was identifying talent and managing people at 14," Bert snapped. "He was the youngest financial schr, feared and respected by everyone in thepany. He was my ideal sessor. And look at youzy, always chasing after some justice with your newspaper. If it weren''t for that car ident, I wouldn''t have needed you to impersonate him." "You''re right, Dad," Gand said sarcastically. "Fermin is the best. Liza and Ibined aren''t half as good as him."


    Bert took a deep breath, trying to control his temper. "You know your uncles are eyeing the family''s power. If they find out Fermin is dead and I have no sessor, they''ll stop at nothing to take over. What will happen to you and Liza then? I had to make you impersonate Fermin to keep them at bay. If our family falls into chaos, outsiders will swoop in."


    Gand had heard this speech a thousand times. He stood up, shrugging. "Dad, you know I''m not Fermin. I just want to run my little newspaper. Our family is rich and powerful enough. There are still so many people in the world who can''t even afford to eat. Compared to them, we''re living toofortably. Why do we need to keep fighting and grabbing? I think if Fermin were alive, he wouldn''t want to spend the rest of his life as tired as you."


    Bert fought back the urge to curse. "If it weren''t for your mother, I would..."


    "Dad, you''re getting old. Stop bringing up Mom all the time. It''s not a good look," Gand said, cutting him off.


    "Get out!" Mr. Eaton threw a cushion at Gand, who ducked and ran out the door, nearly colliding with Carter. "Mr. Eaton?" Carter said, startled.


    "Keep an eye on my dad. Make sure he doesn''t get too angry. He''s old,


    and it''s not good for his healthe


    Gand said.


    Carter winked at him, leaning in to whisper, "The CEO of the Nichols Group is here. He''s waiting outside."


    Gand frowned, straightening his cuffs and putting on hisN?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    gold-rimmed sses. As he stepped outside, he saw Juan standing there, impably dressed in a suit


    en


    "Mr. Eaton, it''s a pleasure to meet you," Juan said formally.


    Gand hummed in response, "My father is inside. I hope you have a productive chat."


    As Gand started to walk away, Juan called out, "You should join us. The conversation might interest you." "Sorry, I''m busy," Gand replied without turning back.


    Juan''s voice turned cold. "What if


    tomorrow''s headlines announce that the Eaton family''s eldest son has met with an unfortunate ident and the second son has been. impersonating him for years? Are you free now?"