Chapter 587 Downhill

"For me? You sure it's not for yourself?" Alfred sneered. "You claim to do this for my benefit, but really, you're just upset because you won nothing out of this pointless struggle." He wasn't an idiot. Years of living with Mortimer Faust had let him see the true ugliness the man possessed. Even if Alec really did die, the Faust Group would never belong to Alfred. Not until a century later when Mortimer died, at least. Mortimer's face immediately fell. "What the hell do you mean?" "Oh, nothing at all, just that I hope you don't use me as an excuse for every power struggle you have in the future." Alfred rolled his eyes. "I'm not interested in the Faust Group anymore." "Not interested?" Mortimer stared at him in disbelief. "Yeah. I'd rather spend the time trying to steal it from Alec on managing my own business. If Alec Faust can have his Faust Group, why can't I have mine?" Alfred was sure he was just as capable as Alec. Mortimer gaped in shock, then, upon realizing Alfred wasn'