<b>Chapter </b><b>504 </b>


    “Okay, I understand. I’ll bring over a bottle of Dad’s favorite wine tonight,” Cyrus said.


    After hanging up, Cyrus turned to rk with excitement.


    “rk, your grandfather is probably already considering my earlier suggestion about hypnotizing Damon. If the n works out, not only will the Sumner Group be ours but Prospectus Technology will be too!” he eximed.


    In contrast to Cyrus‘ enthusiasm, rk remained calm. “Dad, I’m not interested in any of this.”


    Ever since he received the news of N’s death, rk had been living in regret and torment for over a


    month.


    If he hadn’t cheated on Jordyn, he and N might have still been happily married. Because of his momentary mistake, everything had unraveled.


    He couldn’t forgive himself and had gradually lost interest in thepany and everything else.


    Without N, what was the point of umting more wealth? The person he wanted to share that joy with was no longer there.


    Seeing rk’s lifeless expression, Cyrus frowned. “You’re not interested in the Sumner Group or Prospectus Technology? Then what are you interested in? Don’t tell me you’re nning to be like your uncle, letting a woman drive you to the brink of ruin?!”


    rk looked at Cyrus with a hint of pity. “Dad, you never really understood what love is, did you?” Whether it was Cindy or the other women Cyrus kept outside, he never invested any real emotion. He merely yed along, never truly loving anyone and failing to grasp the essence of love.


    Cyrus was irritated by rk’s gloomy demeanor.


    “What good is knowing about love? As long as I have money, I can get whatever kind of love I want. And what’s love really worth anyway? You were willing to go <i>to </i>extremes to marry N, <i>and </i>in the end, you still cheated.


    “Don’t look at me with those eyes. If you don’t want thepany, I do. And remember, you’re not my only son!” Cyrus retorted.


    If rk continued like this, Cyrus wouldn’t waste more time on him.


    A trace of mockery crossed rk’s eyes. “Dad, you’re not going to outmaneuver Uncle Damon. I suggest you put away <b>your </b>schemes. If the n fails, he won’t care about family ties.”


    From the moment Damon had dared to run rk over with his car, rk had realized that Damon didn’t care about family at all.


    “You’d be better off figuring out how to trick your grandfather into giving you shares of the Sumner Group,” Cyrus shot back.


    In the evening, Cyrus walked into the Sumner residence, carrying a bottle <i>of </i>wine.


    <b>+25 </b>


    Richard sat in the living room with a stern expression, showing no reaction to Cyrus‘ arrival. Clearly, he was in a bad mood.


    Cyrus forced a smile, quickly walked to the seat across from Richard, and ced the wine on the table.


    “Dad, this is the red wine from your favorite winery,” he offered.


    Richard gave a brief nce at the bottle and replied with a curt hum.


    Then, he closed his eyes to rest, ignoring Cyruspletely.


    After sitting in silence for a while, Cyrus couldn’t contain himself any longer and tentatively asked, “Dad, is there a particr reason you wanted me toe over for dinner tonight?” This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly found himself ensnared by Richard’s icy gaze. His mind went nk, and he forgot what he had meant to say.


    Richard was a seasoned man, and his intense stare made Cyrus sweat nervously.


    “Dad… why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?” he asked.