Wyatt barely had a good hold of his ss. "It''s time I updated my will."


    Quentin felt a lump in his throat. "Chairman Thompson."


    "Don''t be rmed. It''s the same with business moguls all around the world. I should get a will in order at this age, just in case."


    Wyatt looked solemnly at Quentin. "I can''t tell M, Sasha, and Celeste because they are too kind to handle it. I can''t let the children know either. I might be surrounded by power and riches, but I have caused them a lot of pain. I know my faults. I can only talk to you about it. I trust you."


    Quentin uttered in distress, "You told me that you want to watch your children build their families and empires. You want to hold your grandchildren...”


    "That''s going to be a long wait. Ash, Axel, Ralph, and Drew are either focused on their work or being bachelors. They just won''t stop pissing me off."


    Wyatt sighed. "Now that I think about it, only Be takes marriage seriously. It''s a shame="


    Quentin''s phone vibrated, and he took the call.


    Secondster, he grimaced. "Got it."


    Wyatt asked, "What happened?"


    "Chairman Thompson." Quentin paused. "Mr. Christopher Iverson is here. He''s downstairs."


    Wyatt gnashed his teeth, his face falling.


    "If you don''t want to see him, I''ll go to the lobby and refuse him."


    "He cane up."


    Quentin was surprised. "Chairman Thompson, we can''t figure Mr. Iverson out. You have only


    better. Don''t force you t


    "I need to see him."


    Wyatt put the ss heavily on the coffee table, his emotions hiding behind his eyes. "He''s here as the CEO of the Iverson Group, not the heir of the Iverson family. Times have changed, so I can''t refuse his visit Besides, he is cunning. He shows up to visit the moment I get better. That''s spying. If I decline to meet with him, it will give him something to talk about andN?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    specte about."


    Ten minutester, Christopher, dressed in a tailored suit, entered Wyatt''s office, bearing a gift.


    "Congrattions on your recovery, Wyatt." Christopher grinned warmly. He acted like nothing ever happened between them.


    "Thank you, Mr. Iverson. I''d prefer if


    you addressed me as Chairman Thompson or Mr. Thompson." Wyatt sat behind the desk, looking sharp and authoritative as always.


    Christopher''s smile broadened. "Wyatt."


    Wyatt furrowed his brows.


    Christopher was such a rebel.


    He did the opposite of what Wyatt asked for on purpose.


    "You might be discharged from the hospital, but you don''t look too good. You are breathless when you talk."


    With his eyes glistening maliciously, Christopher inched closer to Wyatt. "The stroke must have gotten you in bad shape this time."