Chapter 1707 Might Makes Everything Right

Inside the tower, Tyr and Olympias faced each other. Olympias took a deep breath and asked, “Boss, what should we do now?” “I have no idea.” Tyr shook his head wildly and said, “Today, when you went out to learn the affairs of the White family, I had already spoken with Jim on the phone. I also explained the situation to him in detail.” “What did he say?” Olympias asked. “Jim gave us two choices. The first choice is to leave the family immediately and not to get involved with the trouble.” “What about the second choice?” Olympias asked. Tyr replied, “The second option is pretty similar to what I thought. Stay here and take a step at a time to see what kind of chess they are going to play. However, this option can be very dangerous.” For a while, Tyr and Olympias fell silent again. The latter finally spoke up after a long silence and asked, “So Boss, what do you have in mind now?” Tyr pondered for a moment before responding, “Do you think if we choose to leave now, we’ll be able to walk away?” “We can certainly leave,” Olympias replied. “But they will undoubtedly bring us back at some point. After all, I am still the patriarch of the White family.” “So, Jim and I believe that this situation will most likely be a transition,” Tyr explained. “Transition?” “That’s right,” Try replied. “We can only get out of here if you successfully pass on the position of this patriarch to the right person.” “Boss, maybe we should have turned down the position in the first place,” Olympias wondered. Tyr chuckled. “Given the circumstances, there is no way you can refuse.” With that being said, Tyr took a look at the sky outside and said, “You should go to bed earlier today, but don’t sleep too soundly. Tonight may not be peaceful. Now that you have turned into a pawn, our next move will be decided by the chessplayer who’s controlling us behind the scenes.” Olympias looked helpless, “Is that player my grandpa? Why can’t he just rest in peace?” *** In the meantime, in the study of Ansel’s residence. A large group of people gathered in this study at this time. In addition to Jehan and Benoit, other core family members who had previously supported Ansel were present too. The study was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. Everyone had deep frowns on their faces. “This is stupid! I think Grandpa got confused! How did Olympias earn the title of patriarch?” Jehan was the first to speak, his tone dripping with displeasure. “Ansel, what do you think Father was thinking about before he died?” Benoit asked on the side. “He met Olympias that day. Olympias couldn’t have buttered him up, could she? I would never agreed to have that girl as our family’s patriarch. Our family’s foundation had lasted for hundreds of years. If it fell into the hands of this girl, it would definitely be ruined.” Ansel sat at the table and tried to read a book, but in the end, he still didn’t read a word. “Where’s the Great Elder? He hasn’t come yet?” Finally, Ansel slammed the book he was holding on the table. Five distinct fingerprints appeared on the table at once. He was clearly enraged at this point. “He didn’t come.” Benoit explained, “Since the announcement of the patriarchal candidate today, the Great Elder has been following Olympias with a group of elders from the Council of Elders to assist her in grasping the family situation. I sent someone to invite the Great Elder just now, but he turned my people away because he was tired, thus shutting my people out.” Ansel suddenly clenched his palms on the table tightly. The expressions of others also became ugly. The Great Elder had always stood behind Ansel to support him, yet in this situation, he had purposefully avoided them. What exactly did that imply? It showed that the Great Elder’s stance was likely to have wavered. Ansel inhaled deeply and cast a glance at Benoit. His brother nodded knowingly and then asked everyone in the room to leave. At the end, only Benoit, Ansel, and Jehan remained in the room. Jehan took the initiative to walk to the door. He slammed the door and locked it after making sure there was no one outside. “Ansel, the Great Elder has already given up on us. If we don’t make some progress tonight, we will risk losing his support completely by the next morning.” Benoit wore a solemn expression as he analyzed the stakes. At this point, Jehan’s face had become particularly gloomy. He said, “Olympias can’t live, Dad! She has to die tonight.” “What nonsense are you babbling about?” Ansel glared at Jehan fiercely. “Ansel, Jean is right,” Benoit concurred. Jehan and him were standing on the same front. “We’ve planned everything ahead of time, and everything is ready to go except for the appointment. Something unexpected happened in the middle of all of this. If Olympias survives tonight, all of this will be a foregone conclusion by tomorrow. “The best explanation for why the Great Elder did not come to see you today is that he was watching the situation. He might avoid us tomorrow if we are at a disadvantage. The entire family will be unable to accommodate us at that time. “Jules has already made his statement today. Isn’t his motivation self-evident? He wanted to use the title of leader to command others to do what he wanted. Olympias rose to the position of patriarch, and he would be the one to call the shots! That girl would be his puppet at that time. So, we have to get it done tonight. If we lose our timing, everything will be too late.” Ansel kept rubbing his temples with his hands. He said, “This means we’re fightin our own family members! I can’t do it! To put it more bluntly, this is a rebel!” “Grandpa’s silly decision brought us to this point, so what if we rebel? Dad, stop hesitating any longer!” Jehan exclaimed, clearly eager to act. “All we have to do now is find someone to do it for us. We have to kill Olympias tonight, and we’ll assist you in taking the office tomorrow.” “Shut the f*ck up!” Ansel bursted out with a roar, “Can you use your brain? Even a fool will suspect us if Olympias dies today!” “You’ve said it yourself that people will suspect us. The family holds those who are powerful in high regard,” Benoit said coldly. “As long as they can’t comprehend the evidence, none of this matters to us. Furthermore, when Olympias was made the patriarch, many members of the family were unhappy with this and wanted her to die. They won’t be able to find any fault with you, Ansel, as long as we do it right.” Benoit had made it very obvious. They could assassinate Olympias and then forcefully find a scapegoat. They would step up and help Ansel take the office when Olympias died. Anyone objecting at that point would be pointless. This was dishonorable, but the victor always wrote the history. Might makes everything right, after all.