Invincible Heir

Hearing Camel’s words, Baron replied, “Good work. I want the Scott Clan down for the count.”

“Rest easy, Chairman. I have eyes in every club under their name. They were shut down in view of the general public. Their own customers photographed the evidence and posted them online. Like I said, it’s undeniable. The Scott Clan isn’t coming back from this.”

Camel reported the facts, then thought of something. “Right, another thing to report. The person who sent Mrs. Perry to hash out the collaboration was Nancy, head of the business unit and her former secretary. She’s had it out for Mrs. Perry since her return to the Samho Group. It’s possible she’s been bought out by Waldo. Should I have her fired?”

“Fired?”

Baron chuckled icily. “Mistakes have consequences. Don’t you think getting fired is getting off lightly? Hold off for now. I still have uses for her.”

“Yes, sir!”

Hanging up, Baron’s expression darkened slowly. The Scott Clan might be scum, but this Nancy was lower than scum. If she’d been Tracy’s secretary, then she owed Tracy her position. And this treachery was how she chose to repay that debt.

He had been looking for an opportunity to net Tracy a promotion. This Nancy would serve just fine.

The Scott courtyard.

When Waldo made his way there, the living room was already full up with direct clan members.

The bandage wrapped around his neck was already seeping blood.

“Dad, you have to do something! That bastard nearly killed me – I barely got away with my life!” Waldo sobbed his plight.

Edmund slapped him across the face and thundered, “On your knees, swine!”

Disbelief written across his face, Waldo sputtered, “Dad! That little shit almost killed me! Why am I the one getting beat on?”

“Getting - beat – on?”

Edmund’s entire frame trembled as he seethed, “If you weren’t my flesh and blood, I would see you dead.”

He waved his cane as he spat out his hate, then brought the stick down viciously across Waldo’s body.

Waldo knelt, the perceived injustice of the situation reddening his eyes. “If you’re going to hit me, Dad, at least give me a reason! Do you still think of me as a son beating on me without clarifying anything first?”

“Swine! Disgusting, useless swine!” Edmund’s fury coursed through his system all the way to his head, threatening to topple him.

“Dad!”

Giving a start, Edric sprinted forward to support his father.

He turned to rage at Waldo as well. “You gutter mongrel – if you hadn’t made enemies of whoever you did out there, do you think we’d be going through this now? You’re not just unrepentant, you’re blatantly talking back at us! Who do you think you are? Who do you think your father is?”

“Just when did I make enemies of anyone important?”

Waldo seethed himself. “You’re a bottom-feeding leech, Edric, kicking me while I’m down! Are you frightened I’ll take your position as heir? Is that why you’re spewing this poison?”

“Guards!”

here and break the kneecaps on this useless

are you saying? My kneecaps?”

several burly enforcers pushed their way in and held

moment that Waldo realized that his own father really was about to break his

brother over succession anymore, so please just let me

front of his son, saying in a monotone, “Waldo, mistakes have consequences. Don’t blame

ignored the pain digging

important figure. Now every club under our clan’s name is being

“What?”

the nerve to move in on our turf? It has to

rest of the clan stared coldly at him, evidently resisting the urge to jump in and beat on him

heart sank, suddenly realizing that the Scott family might just be done for

is right before your eyes – what

an imbecile. You don’t even

make a move on the worthless son-in-law of some insignificant family,

his brains, but couldn’t manage to come up with any other important character. Soon

can’t be. It can’t be him. He’s just some garbage exile from a small clan, how could he

you talking about? Who is this?” Catching on, Edric dashed forward

Edmund thundered as

exiled

half to death! This wound is

to bring the clan

speech grew disjointed in

after all, bastard!” Edric kicked

in a deep breath. A razor edge entered

rang out across

and beg for the man’s forgiveness.” With that, Edmund retired

eyes flashed sharply.

day, as the sky lightened in the east, Tracy stretched and slowly opened

she realized she wasn’t in fact in her own home and jolted upright. Looking at the lavish furnishings of the room, she

last night. She’d realized that it was a trap, stood, then fainted. Everything else was a

“Ah!”

pierced the

had just made breakfast, gave a start himself when he

Tracy?” He

Baron’s familiar face drew tears from Tracy’s eyes. In a sudden movement,

realize that this man

and he ran his hands in soft strokes down Tracy’s back. “It’s all right. It’s

emotions settled, and she quickly let go of Baron. Thinking of how she’d lost control and actively hugged him, she grew so flustered

comprehension, reached out and laid a hand on Tracy’s forehead. “You’re not feverish... why is your face