Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 804: Change of Ownership

"How can you, how can you." Bart pointed at Claude with trembling fingers, his voice sounding like an old and decrepit refrigerator.

"What did I do? I’m avenging my mother, is there a problem?" Claude retorted.

"You were able to kill them, does that mean you’ll kill me too, thinking I’m the culprit behind your mother’s death, wanting to kill me to avenge her?" Bart was terrified by Claude’s methods of revenge, as if for the first time, he realized this son was not as magnanimous and gentle as he appeared, but rather vengeful and incredibly patient, with ruthless methods. Bart’s hand under the table began to shake uncontrollably.

Claude watched as Bart’s lips, which still had a trace of color, suddenly became bloodless and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about, all these nonsensical things? I wouldn’t kill you, after all, you’re my father, the one who gave me life. I can kill those with whom I have no blood relation, but I can’t kill you. What’s more, my mother loved you so much, and you haven’t been bad to me over the years. All I want is the Calvin Family, which rightfully belongs to me. You’re my father, I want you to live, to see me marry and have children."

Claude’s expression looked devoid of deceit, and since Claude never deigned to lie, hearing this, Bart couldn’t help but feel somewhat relieved, but the old butler standing behind Bart couldn’t relax.

In Claude’s eyes, Hannah and her people coming and jeering as the culprits behind his mother’s death, then what good could come of him, who didn’t try to stop them but instead went along with it? He’s probably doomed to a gruesome end as well, and thinking this, cold sweat started to flow uncontrollably down the butler’s face, from his forehead to his chin.

Claude’s gaze fell on the old butler, the smile in his eyes deepening, but it was tinged with the coldness of frost and wind, "Is it hot in here? Why is the butler sweating all over his face? Shall we open a window to let some air in?" Claude asked, pretending to be oblivious.

It was only when Claude spoke that Bart remembered the old butler standing behind him, and he also recalled what Claude had said just now. After all, the butler had been with him for many years. Bart couldn’t bear to see him stand there in fear and said, "You can leave now, there’s no need for you to watch over here."

The butler hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked out of the study, though his legs were weak, and he had to lean against the door for a while before he regained his composure.

The room fell silent for a moment, no one speaking, but the sound of Claude flicking the lighter on and off went on incessantly.

After a while, it was Bart who broke the tense atmosphere, "He’s been with me for decades, and has seen you grow up. You’ve already sought revenge for what happened back then, he’s not young anymore, so please spare him."

"Father, do you have some sort of misunderstanding?" Claude’s semi-smiling expression made Bart stop the plea he was about to continue.

"What misunderstanding?" Bart asked dryly, following Claude’s words.

"No one but me can save your company now, even if you’re still not planning to hand the Calvin Family over to me, I can find my own ways to obtain it. The reason I accepted your invitation today is not because I can’t get it, but because I don’t want to go through the trouble. So your insignificant requests, in light of saving me so much trouble, I’m willing to indulge, but this doesn’t mean you can control me or make me do things I dislike, understand?" Claude put away his smile.

"You can only negotiate with me because I allow you to. If I don’t, what qualifies you to negotiate? I was planning to fulfill some of your small wishes, but it seems you’ve confused what ’small wishes’ mean and have overextended." As he said this, Claude’s face once again donned a mocking smile.

"You! You!" Bart stared at the Claude who revealed his sharp fangs, eyes wide, but he dared not point or say anything rash. At this moment, regret overwhelmed Bart, for not seeing through his son’s wolfish ambition sooner, and for not clipping his wings when he was still young, leading to a situation beyond remedy now. Claude’s influence was now beyond his control.

"My time is very precious; I give you three more minutes, if we can’t reach an agreement, I will indeed make a drastic move. The business world is like a battlefield, I will not show mercy." Claude looked at Bart as he spoke.

All of Bart’s words were stifled by Claude’s harsh and threatening gaze, and he could not utter half a sentence.

As time ticked away, Bart eventually, with humiliation, agreed to Claude’s terms in the last ten seconds, but he demanded that Claude support him until his dying day, and during this time, not mistreat him and provide adequate support and face-saving.

As for his children and the long-time butler, he’d done his best to fight for them, failing was not his fault; it could only be said that Claude was adamant about not letting them off easily, and there was nothing he could do about it. Bart thus deceived himself.

Claude had no objection to Bart’s conditions, nodding in agreement. To Claude, these were trifling terms, so the two reached an understanding. In a few days, after the paperwork was finalized by the lawyers, the head of the Calvin Family would officially transfer to Claude.

Claude placed his lighter back in his pocket and stepped out of the study with light footsteps. When his gaze caught the old butler standing at the study’s doorway, a meaningful smile graced Claude’s lips, making the butler’s body stiffen.

Claude had no idea how long the butler had been standing outside listening, or how much he had heard, but he knew from this point on, Bart would never have peaceful days again.

What good is it for someone to be wealthy? If I don’t act, what can he do? Supporting him until he dies, what of it? Sometimes, living is the real suffering; death instead brings closure, why doesn’t he understand?

Claude’s eyes were nearly overflowing with derision.

Standing in the Calvin Family’s estate, Claude turned to gaze at the distant buildings, his expression inscrutable. The people holding binoculars by the window observing Claude frowned deeply, a sense of impending crisis unfurling within them and bursting forth.