Chapter 1117

After Frederick finished speaking, his gaze swept slowly across the room. The faces turned toward him were no longer masked in false civility—the hunger in their eyes was unmistakable. They looked like a pack of starved wolves catching the scent of fresh blood, their ambitions sharpening to a razor’s edge. He recognized that look. He had seen it years ago, on the faces of those dispatched from the ancestral estate after his parents died—vultures circling, waiting to see if the young heir would fall. But they hadn’t been able to touch him then. And now? Even less so. The corner of his lips lifted faintly in a sneer as he added, "I came back this time to inform Uncle that the separation of the Fuller family assets has been completed. He’s free to send someone to take over the portion I originally inherited—whenever he likes." A thunderous murmur tore through the ancestral hall like a gust of wind rattling through dry leaves. Before Frederick took the reins, the Fuller family was respecte