Chapter 297: The Cost of Independence

Chris Blackwood watched his son with mild amusement.

Classic thought he was breaking away.

But in reality?

He was still playing by Chris's rules.

Chris took a slow sip of his drink before speaking. "You want your own company? Fine. But I'll own 60% of it."

Classic's jaw tightened just slightly, but he didn't react outright. Smart. He was learning.

"That defeats the point," Classic said, his tone controlled.

Chris smirked. "No, it ensures you don't burn everything before you even begin. You want to play in the real world? Then understand—nothing thrives without backing. And right now? You have nothing."

He leaned back in his chair, watching Classic closely.

"You can start your little empire, make your own rules, fight your own battles. But at the end of the day, I'll still have the final say. Because real power isn't built alone."

Ethan, standing by the side, let out a soft chuckle. "That's generous, actually. Most people don't get an inch of Blackwood resources without selling their soul."

Classic didn't flinch, but Chris could see the gears turning in his mind.

He would take the deal. He had no choice.

Chris exhaled, setting his glass down. "You want to prove yourself? Then prove you can win—even when the game is rigged against you."

Classic held his gaze for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded.

"Fine. 60%."

Chris smirked. "Good. Then let's see

if you survive your own ambition."