86.

86.

Shanghai

“Sir. Madam and Young Master Boyang are here.”

Under the midmorning sun, the once-feared patriarch of the Chen Family sat prominently at the head of the overtly designed garden table, looking down at the so-called elders of the family.

The butler who relayed the message has been at the old man’s side for a large number of years. From the tapping of his index finger on the table, he could tell that his boss was utterly displeased with those around him and the new visitors. The butler patiently waited for his next instructions.

Old Man Chen leaned back in his chair and moved his oppressive gaze to the people sitting quietly at the table. They were brothers and cousins but in Old Man Chen’s eyes, they were mere collateral to his family. In his eyes, they should be content with what he gave them and not reach out for what isn’t theirs.