"If you had any real skills, would I need to y this retreat game?" Caelum snapped, his patience wearing thin. "Look at your brother. If he were still here, I wouldn''t be stuck cleaning up all these messes." Angelo, looking bored, replied, "My brother''s been dead for years. If he knew he had so much work waiting for him, I bet he''d rather stay in his coffin."


    "Your brother was a prodigy, recognizing and using talent by the age of fourteen. He was the youngest financial schr, respected and feared by everyone at thepany. He was the perfect heir to the Pord family. And here you are, wasting your days running a newspaper and chasing what you call justice! If Kiran didn''t die in that car ident, I wouldn''t need you to impersonate him."


    "You are right. Kiran was your golden child. Sandy and Ibined aren''t half as good as Ayan!"


    Caelum took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool as he watched Angelo''s nonchnt demeanor. "You know your uncles are itching to take over the Pord family. If they found out Kiran was dead and I had no sessor, they''d wear me down to seize control. What would happen to you and Sandy then? If I didn''t have you impersonate your brother, they''d have made their move by now, leading to chaos in the family and giving outsiders a chance to pounce!"


    Angelo had heard this speech so many times it was like a broken record. Standing up, he said, "Dad, you know I have no grand ambitions. I''m not as capable as my brother. I just want to run my newspaper and be a small business owner. Besides, our family already has more than enough wealth and power tost ten lifetimes. There are so many people who can''t even afford to eat. Compared to them, we''re living in luxury. Why must we fight for more? I think if my brother were alive, he wouldn''t want to spend his life as stressed out as you."


    "You..." Caelum wanted to curse but held back. "If it weren''t for your mother''s sake, I would... Get out! Just go!"


    In a fit of anger, Caelum threw a pillow at Angelo, who dodged and made his way to the door, where he found the butler, Kingston. "Sir?" Kingston looked startled.


    "Kingston, please keep an eye on my dad. Don''t let him get too worked up; it''s bad for his health."


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    James, dressed sharply in a suit and tie, looked at him intently and said, "Mr. Pord, a pleasure."


    "Yeah, sure." Angelo''s tone was t, his voice low. "My father is inside. Hope you two have a pleasant chat."


    As Angelo was about to pass by James, James suddenly said, "Join us. The discussion might interest you." "Sorry, I''m busy."


    Just as Angelo was about to leave, James dropped a bombshell. "Would Caelum be too busy if news broke out tomorrow about the Pord family''s eldest son''s tragic death and the second son impersonating him for years?"