Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 787: The Lion Opens Its Mouth Wide

"Hmph, acting all pure when you’re already a whore yourself. Who doesn’t know whom here? When Marian does something, she doesn’t deny it. But you all aren’t clean either, with mud on your faces, hiding your hands behind your backs, pretending to be innocent kids. Do you think others are blind?" Marian said unceremoniously.

Marian’s words undoubtedly provoked everyone’s anger, and the looks they gave Marian were full of hostility. Some even started hurling harsh words, arguing right in front of Bart.

"Don’t act so high and mighty. Just because your hands are dirty, you want to drag all of us down with you. You think we’re all filthy because you are. Stop spouting nonsense, you shameless bitch," someone attacked Marian sharply.

"I’m a bitch? Then what are you, a bitch dog? If I’m wrong, why are you barking madly at me? It’s because I hit the nail on the head, heh." Marian’s final disdainful smile successfully escalated the conflict again.

Bart’s face grew uglier as the confrontation intensified, until he could no longer hold it in, "Enough!" Bart slammed his palm hard on the dining table, causing the nearest cutlery to momentarily lift off the table.

Bart’s voice successfully made the clamorous people quiet down, and the dining room returned to silence.

Claude hadn’t said a word from the beginning. It wasn’t until Bart ended his outburst and silence completely enveloped the dining room that Claude spoke up again, "Finally quieted down. Just now was really noisy, hurt my ears. Now that you’re quiet, I can talk about my matters."

Everyone quieted down and focused their attention on Claude, listening intently to what he had to say next.

"I don’t care how much you deny with your mouths, but in your hearts, you know exactly what you’ve done. The evidence I hold is enough to convict you of hiring assassins, enough to put you in jail. But this matter can be negotiated. If you transfer all your assets to me now, I can pretend it never happened."

After Claude finished speaking, the instructed butler stepped forward, took a stack of documents from his bag, and distributed them to everyone at the table. Only one of Bart’s eleven illegitimate children, a girl who usually looked the most inconspicuous and sat at the far end during meals, didn’t receive any documents.

The girl nervously lowered her head, using the top of her head to avoid the gazes from others in the dining room.

"All the assets are too much, aren’t they? It’s just a not-so-important person. We can all chip in a bit of money, and it’ll be enough for him to squander for a lifetime. Can he handle all our assets combined? One shouldn’t be too greedy. Aren’t you afraid of bursting by asking for all our assets?" Someone complained while looking at the transfer document in their hand.

"Who told you this is his compensation? This is mine." Claude said with a smirk, looking at the one who spoke.

The man who had just spoken was choked up, suddenly not knowing what to say.

"Claude." Bart’s gaze towards Claude lost its usual affection for the first time, now appearing extremely complex.

"What’s the matter, Dad?" Claude fearlessly met Bart’s eyes.

"We’re a family. What you’re doing is a bit too much," Bart said.

"You’re wrong, Dad. I can’t agree with you. When did I ever consider myself part of a family with them? They’re just children of your mistresses outside, not from Mom’s womb. They’re your children but have nothing to do with me. To me, they’re just strangers staying in the house, not even relatives. Since they’re strangers, what did I do wrong? I’m just taking what I deserve. Collecting this evidence wasn’t easy. Why can’t they compensate me for wasting so much time collecting it? Where did I go wrong? Or do you think I’m asking for too little?"

Claude’s words made Bart’s breathing slightly heavier, "Don’t you already have enough businesses? Why are you still eyeing what they have? Why don’t I get them to divide one of their stores or factories for you? With so many of them, it would add up." Bart suggested.

"I obviously have the chance to get everything. Why should I settle for a pittance? Dad, aren’t you feeling sorry for them? If you do, I can accept you covering for them. Don’t worry; I won’t ask for all your assets. I’m not that much of a bastard. I only want your company shares, giving one percent of the shares to your kids." Claude held up a finger.

Claude could see Bart’s facial muscles twitch, but before Bart could speak, someone couldn’t hold back and slammed their document onto the table, "I know you can’t stand us, but there’s no need to be so ruthless, is there? It’s not enough to demand things from us; now you’re asking Dad for shares. What are you trying to do? Dad’s fine, and yet you can’t tolerate us, can’t wait to drive us all out and transfer Dad’s wealth to you. What are you implying!"

"Who gave you the right to shout here? I’ve never hidden the fact that I don’t like you all. Likewise, you aren’t new to the idea that I can’t tolerate you. Didn’t you ever think of pulling me down? Since we’re adversaries and I have leverage over you, how I choose to deal with you is my affair. If you’re really capable, then sweep your tracks clean so I can’t catch hold of you to hang on!" Claude spread his hands, speaking nonchalantly.

"You!"

"Stop pointing your finger at me. If you don’t want to pay and don’t want Dad to cover your costs, you can hire the best lawyer with your money to defend yourself and earn fewer years in prison when the time comes," Claude calmly offered three routes.

"What I said applies to all of you. There are only three paths ahead of you. Either sign this contract, giving me all your total assets, convince Dad to give up his company shares to protect you, or use your money to hire a lawyer to defend yourself and hope to serve less time with irrefutable evidence," Claude said, indifferent.