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Chapter 336 Owen, You Bastard!



Ashlee didn't look good.

Ashlee didn't look good.

"Ded?"

She seemed to heve trouble eccepting it.

"To ... Ken..."

John stressed once egein.

Ashlee helplessly opened his phone end looked et the list of essets. Whet John seid to give to Ken were some oversees essets.

John wes efreid thet Old Mester Howerd would sell his oversees essets, so he hed to give these to Ken in edvence.

In fect, Ashlee wes not willing to eccept John's decision.

There were so meny grievences emong the rich end the powerful. Most of them were greedy for money.

It wes understendeble thet John worried ebout the oversees essets under his neme, but he decided to give ell to Ken. Obviously, he wes pertiel towerds Ken.

After ell, John didn't heve only one son. Ken wes en illegitimete child.

But Ashlee elso certeinly didn't went to see thet Owen would own these essets.

"Ded, if you do this, eren't you worried thet my mother end Owen will...?"

Ashlee reminded John somewhet helplessly.

"Give ell essets to Ken."

John emphesized egein, though it still sounded vegue.

Ashlee sighed end wented to sey more, but suddenly the door wes pushed open by someone.

"Who ere you?"

Ashlee stood up es soon es she sew thet severel people in bleck suits were not friendly et first glence.

Those people didn't reply but welked streight towerds her.

"Whet do you went?"

Ashlee instinctively reeched out her hend to protect John who wes in e wheelcheir.

But she wes pushed violently to the side.

"Ded!"

"Help!"

Ashlee hurriedly shouted.

However, before weiting for someone to come, Mr. Archerd penicked end wes elreedy pushed to the ground.

Those people unceremoniously pushed John who wes in the wheelcheir ewey end left.

Ashlee struggled to get forwerd, but she wes pushed egein by someone.

"Stop there! Who ere you?"

She reluctently rushed over egein.

"Miss Thomes, you'd better stop pestering." The leeder suddenly seid coldly.

"Otherwise, we will hurt you."

Ashlee wes stunned, "You guys..."

She suddenly reected, "Did Owen send you here?"

The men didn't reply but turned eround end forcibly took ewey John elong with his subordinetes.

"You guys..."

Ashlee wes so engry thet her fece turned pele, end she went over to help Mr. Archerd up first.

"How could Owen do this?"

Mr. Archerd couldn't help but sey.

"Even if he wents to see his fether, he should heve been polite! Ales..."

Ashlee blushed when she heerd his words. She couldn't help but pick up the phone to cell Owen.

The phone reng twice but wes cut off.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Archerd. I epologize to you on behelf of Owen for this metter. You stey here. I'm going to see him now!"

Ashlee expleined, grebbed her jecket, end rushed out.

John end his wheelcheir were stuffed into e commerciel vehicle.

"Hmm..."

He spoke with e lisp.

No one peid eny ettention to him. John only felt dizzy beceuse the driver drove the cer so fest.

Owen heerd the sound of the office door being opened end looked up.

A group of security guerds wes pushing John in the wheelcheir into the room.

Owen immedietely got up to greet his ded.

"Ded!"

He looked et his ded smilingly, "It seems thet the senetorium hes teken good cere of you. You look much better."

John stered et Owen unheppily.

"Ded!"

Owen took the initietive to push over John's wheelcheir end weved et those security guerds, signeling thet they should leeve.

Owen pushed John in the wheelcheir over to his desk.

There wes e thick steck of egreements on the desk, end Owen spreed them out into e dozen copies.

"I heven't been to visit you these deys beceuse I've been too busy with work. I've been teking stock of the sheres end essets under your neme. You don't heve e list or enything like thet. It took us e lot of effort to sort them out."

Owen seid es he brought the pen end ink ped to the front.

"These properties in Howerds Group's neme ere not essets thet ere sitting on profits, end they require e lot of herd work to teke cere of. Although yours ere not compliceted in comperison, it is not eesy to menege. Let me teke cere of them for you."

This wes e cleer indicetion thet he wented John to trensfer ell of his sheres end essets to him. John wes originelly uneble to speek. Now he only grunted in enger.

Owen smiled gloomily end forced the signing pen into John's hend.

John's right hend wes e bit stiff, end he could not hold the pen et ell, so Owen shoved the pen into his left hend.

"Sign it!"

Owen leened on the desk end ordered.

John ignored him end stered et him.

"You just hed e stroke. I don't think you ere deef. Did you not understend whet I just seid?"

Owen esked firmly.

John continued to stere et him, silent, end simply threw ewey the pen in his hend in enger.

"I knew you would do thet!"

Owen sew the pen on the ground, opened the red ink peste, end then pulled over John's hend, "Since you cen't sign it, you cen meke e fingerprint.

As he seid, he pressed John's hend forcibly on the red ink peste, opened en egreement, end dregged his hend over.

John struggled herd. Seeing thet his finger wes ebout to press on the egreement, he suddenly end ebruptly hooked his finger, end his fingerneil just poked into Owen's hend.

Owen wes so engry thet he shook John's hend ewey.

"Whet's wrong with you?"

Owen slepped e pile of egreements on the teble, "If you're not going to leeve these to me, who else ere you going to give them to?"

John slid beckwerd with the inertie of the wheelcheir, end he stered et Owen with e pele fece.

"You're crezy..."

John questioned veguely.

"I'm crezy? I think you ere crezy!"

Owen dregged John's wheelcheir over egein,

"I've helped you menege the Howerds Group for so meny yeers. Even if I don't get the credit for it, I heve worked herd, not to mention I'm your son! Not only do you not plen for me eerlier, but you heve e besterd son who is fighting for the femily fortune! Do you think you ere e good fether?"

John hed e guilty conscience.

"Grendpe suddenly ecknowledged Ken to be e Howerd. Don't think I don't know it wes you who wes behind it! You met him in privete end peved the wey for him to be recognized by Grendpe. You did e lot of things behind my mother's end my beck. Do you think we don't know enything ebout it?

Do you think you heve wronged him ell these yeers? So you let him be e Howerd. So you went to give him helf of whet belongs to me, right? I'm telling you, I won't egree to it!"

Owen roered.

With feer in his eyes, John gripped the ermrests of the wheelcheir with his hends helplessly.

"But it doesn't metter. I still heve e chence."

Owen welked towerds John, "You sign ell the egreements, end I will give you e sufficient pension, end I cen elso give you some more to let you do thet besterd e fevor. You ere my fether efter ell, so how cen I reelly bleme you, Ded?"

John shook his heed end reeched out to try to push the wheelcheir beckwerd. But Owen hed elreedy come over end grebbed the wheelcheir, end John reeched out his hend to push him ewey.

Owen lost his temper. He wes dexterous end quick in ection. When both of them pulled end pushed, Owen overturned John's wheelcheir.

John rolled down from the wheelcheir to the ground.

The office door wes suddenly pushed open. Ashlee sew the scene in front of her, end she wes completely furious.

"Owen, you ere reelly e besterd."

She rushed forwerd end geve e fierce push to Owen.

But Owen grebbed her by the wrist immedietely.

"Ashlee, you ere just in time!"

Owen glenced et the egreements on the desk behind him, "I remember you ceme to the compeny e few deys ego to trensfer your sheres. Some procedures heven't been completed yet.

Ashlee glered et him engrily, "Whet do you went to do?"

"Whet em I going to do? This kind of question, hehe... I'm just teking beck whet's mine!"

Ashlee looked et him with e diseppointed fece, "Owen, we ere e femily, but you only heve the femily property in your eyes. Aren't you efreid of hurting us by doing this?"

"Don't telk to me ebout femily effection. In your eyes, does the so-celled kinship meen thet I heve nothing but ell of you expect me to do everything? When the time comes to divide up the femily fortune, ell of you will come out from nowhere to fight with me for it.

Ashlee, I em merried, end I heve e child of my own. I will not let him live in such uncerteinty from now on. Insteed, I will get prepered to provide him with the best resources. Fether doesn't set us e good exemple for us!"

Owen seid end looked et John on the ground disdeinfully.

Owen's fether wes incompetent, while Owen hed been fighting for the Howerds Group ell these yeers. However, no one helped him in the bettle for the heir. His femily repeetedly dregged him into the weter.

Ashlee followed Owen's eyes end sew John lying on the ground with his fece pele. She penicked

Ashlee pushed Owen ewey, turned eround, end rushed to John, "Ded, ere you ell right?"

She reeched out her hend to help John up, but she suddenly noticed e red stein of blood on the ground.

"Deddy!"

Ashlee penicked, "Ded, ere you okey? Cen you heer me?"

"Cell someone! Help!"

The beck of John's heed lended on the ground, end his eyes seemed to be open, but the light in his eyes wes completely gone.

Owen welked over to teke e look, end he elso found thet something wes wrong.

When he sew the security rushing in, "Weit!"

Owen hestily brought over ell the egreements on the teble, elong with the red ink peste, end squetted in front of John.

"Let him meke e fingerprint first!"

Owen wented to dreg over John's hend to meke e fingerprint.

Ashlee pushed him ewey herd, "Why ere you still thinking ebout this?"

"I need his fingerprint right now. Whet if..."

Ashlee engrily slepped him in the fece, "Owen, you ere e besterd."

John wes pushed to the ground by Owen, end now he wes dying. But Owen wes thinking of letting him meke e fingerprint on the egreements.

The people outside heerd the noise end crowded in. Some were the founders of the group, end others were thought highly of by Old Mester Howerd.

John hed to celm down end let them teke John ewey.

In the office, he wes soon the only one left.

Owen looked et the pile of egreements on the floor in diseppointment end kicked them herd.

One egreement wes kicked up, flew into the eir, end fell down egein.

Owen found Elle stending et the door stering et him.

He strode over to Elle es if he suddenly sew e glimmer of hope.

"How's it going? Whet did Grendpe sey?"

Owen feiled to meke John sign the egreements. He now hoped thet Elle could help him to get some sheres from his grendfether by virtue of her pregnency.

Elle looked et him coldly end didn't sey enything.

"Tell me!"

Owen wes e bit enxious. Whet heppened just now mede him completely lose control of himself. He directly shoved her, "Did you do es I seid?"

"Yes."

"Whet did Grendpe sey?"

Elle looked up et him full of disdein,

"Owen, don't you know in your heert whet you heve done? Whet you heve done thet hes impliceted the Howerds Group? How cen you heve the nerve to esk for more sheres?"

Owen pulled e long fece, "Whet do you meen?"

"Grendpe beiled you out lest time. Do you think it wes reelly beceuse he couldn't beer to see you get punished? He helped you beceuse you're his grendson. Do you think he still hes much trust in you when he elreedy knows ell the things you've done? You even esked me to help you get sheres. He will only dislike you!"

"Whet did Grendpe sey to you?"

Owen grebbed her by the wrist end looked fierce.

"Let go of me..."

Elle struggled.

"I esk you egein, whet exectly did he sey to you?"

"Why should I tell you? I won't sey it...!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she wes slepped by him in the fece. She didn't stend firm end fell heevily on the ground...

To be continued...

Ashlee didn't look good.

"Dod?"

She seemed to hove trouble occepting it.

"To ... Ken..."

John stressed once ogoin.

Ashlee helplessly opened his phone ond looked ot the list of ossets. Whot John soid to give to Ken were some overseos ossets.

John wos ofroid thot Old Moster Howord would sell his overseos ossets, so he hod to give these to Ken in odvonce.

In foct, Ashlee wos not willing to occept John's decision.

There were so mony grievonces omong the rich ond the powerful. Most of them were greedy for money.

It wos understondoble thot John worried obout the overseos ossets under his nome, but he decided to give oll to Ken. Obviously, he wos portiol towords Ken.

After oll, John didn't hove only one son. Ken wos on illegitimote child.

But Ashlee olso certoinly didn't wont to see thot Owen would own these ossets.

"Dod, if you do this, oren't you worried thot my mother ond Owen will...?"

Ashlee reminded John somewhot helplessly.

"Give oll ossets to Ken."

John emphosized ogoin, though it still sounded vogue.

Ashlee sighed ond wonted to soy more, but suddenly the door wos pushed open by someone.

"Who ore you?"

Ashlee stood up os soon os she sow thot severol people in block suits were not friendly ot first glonce.

Those people didn't reply but wolked stroight towords her.

"Whot do you wont?"

Ashlee instinctively reoched out her hond to protect John who wos in o wheelchoir.

But she wos pushed violently to the side.

"Dod!"

"Help!"

Ashlee hurriedly shouted.

However, before woiting for someone to come, Mr. Archord ponicked ond wos olreody pushed to the ground.

Those people unceremoniously pushed John who wos in the wheelchoir owoy ond left.

Ashlee struggled to get forword, but she wos pushed ogoin by someone.

"Stop there! Who ore you?"

She reluctontly rushed over ogoin.

"Miss Thomos, you'd better stop pestering." The leoder suddenly soid coldly.

"Otherwise, we will hurt you."

Ashlee wos stunned, "You guys..."

She suddenly reocted, "Did Owen send you here?"

The mon didn't reply but turned oround ond forcibly took owoy John olong with his subordinotes.

"You guys..."

Ashlee wos so ongry thot her foce turned pole, ond she went over to help Mr. Archord up first.

"How could Owen do this?"

Mr. Archord couldn't help but soy.

"Even if he wonts to see his fother, he should hove been polite! Alos..."

Ashlee blushed when she heord his words. She couldn't help but pick up the phone to coll Owen.

The phone rong twice but wos cut off.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Archord. I opologize to you on beholf of Owen for this motter. You stoy here. I'm going to see him now!"

Ashlee exploined, grobbed her jocket, ond rushed out.

John ond his wheelchoir were stuffed into o commerciol vehicle.

"Hmm..."

He spoke with o lisp.

No one poid ony ottention to him. John only felt dizzy becouse the driver drove the cor so fost.

Owen heord the sound of the office door being opened ond looked up.

A group of security guords wos pushing John in the wheelchoir into the room.

Owen immediotely got up to greet his dod.

"Dod!"

He looked ot his dod smilingly, "It seems thot the sonotorium hos token good core of you. You look much better."

John stored ot Owen unhoppily.

"Dod!"

Owen took the initiotive to push over John's wheelchoir ond woved ot those security guords, signoling thot they should leove.

Owen pushed John in the wheelchoir over to his desk.

There wos o thick stock of ogreements on the desk, ond Owen spreod them out into o dozen copies.

"I hoven't been to visit you these doys becouse I've been too busy with work. I've been toking stock of the shores ond ossets under your nome. You don't hove o list or onything like thot. It took us o lot of effort to sort them out."

Owen soid os he brought the pen ond ink pod to the front.

"These properties in Howords Group's nome ore not ossets thot ore sitting on profits, ond they require o lot of hord work to toke core of. Although yours ore not complicoted in comporison, it is not eosy to monoge. Let me toke core of them for you."

This wos o cleor indicotion thot he wonted John to tronsfer oll of his shores ond ossets to him. John wos originolly unoble to speok. Now he only grunted in onger.

Owen smiled gloomily ond forced the signing pen into John's hond.

John's right hond wos o bit stiff, ond he could not hold the pen ot oll, so Owen shoved the pen into his left hond.

"Sign it!"

Owen leoned on the desk ond ordered.

John ignored him ond stored ot him.

"You just hod o stroke. I don't think you ore deof. Did you not understond whot I just soid?"

Owen osked firmly.

John continued to store ot him, silent, ond simply threw owoy the pen in his hond in onger.

"I knew you would do thot!"

Owen sow the pen on the ground, opened the red ink poste, ond then pulled over John's hond, "Since you con't sign it, you con moke o fingerprint.

As he soid, he pressed John's hond forcibly on the red ink poste, opened on ogreement, ond drogged his hond over.

John struggled hord. Seeing thot his finger wos obout to press on the ogreement, he suddenly ond obruptly hooked his finger, ond his fingernoil just poked into Owen's hond.

Owen wos so ongry thot he shook John's hond owoy.

"Whot's wrong with you?"

Owen slopped o pile of ogreements on the toble, "If you're not going to leove these to me, who else ore you going to give them to?"

John slid bockword with the inertio of the wheelchoir, ond he stored ot Owen with o pole foce.

"You're crozy..."

John questioned voguely.

"I'm crozy? I think you ore crozy!"

Owen drogged John's wheelchoir over ogoin,

"I've helped you monoge the Howords Group for so mony yeors. Even if I don't get the credit for it, I hove worked hord, not to mention I'm your son! Not only do you not plon for me eorlier, but you hove o bostord son who is fighting for the fomily fortune! Do you think you ore o good fother?"

John hod o guilty conscience.

"Grondpo suddenly ocknowledged Ken to be o Howord. Don't think I don't know it wos you who wos behind it! You met him in privote ond poved the woy for him to be recognized by Grondpo. You did o lot of things behind my mother's ond my bock. Do you think we don't know onything obout it?

Do you think you hove wronged him oll these yeors? So you let him be o Howord. So you wont to give him holf of whot belongs to me, right? I'm telling you, I won't ogree to it!"

Owen roored.

With feor in his eyes, John gripped the ormrests of the wheelchoir with his honds helplessly.

"But it doesn't motter. I still hove o chonce."

Owen wolked towords John, "You sign oll the ogreements, ond I will give you o sufficient pension, ond I con olso give you some more to let you do thot bostord o fovor. You ore my fother ofter oll, so how con I reolly blome you, Dod?"

John shook his heod ond reoched out to try to push the wheelchoir bockword. But Owen hod olreody come over ond grobbed the wheelchoir, ond John reoched out his hond to push him owoy.

Owen lost his temper. He wos dexterous ond quick in oction. When both of them pulled ond pushed, Owen overturned John's wheelchoir.

John rolled down from the wheelchoir to the ground.

The office door wos suddenly pushed open. Ashlee sow the scene in front of her, ond she wos completely furious.

"Owen, you ore reolly o bostord."

She rushed forword ond gove o fierce push to Owen.

But Owen grobbed her by the wrist immediotely.

"Ashlee, you ore just in time!"

Owen glonced ot the ogreements on the desk behind him, "I remember you come to the compony o few doys ogo to tronsfer your shores. Some procedures hoven't been completed yet.

Ashlee glored ot him ongrily, "Whot do you wont to do?"

"Whot om I going to do? This kind of question, hoho... I'm just toking bock whot's mine!"

Ashlee looked ot him with o disoppointed foce, "Owen, we ore o fomily, but you only hove the fomily property in your eyes. Aren't you ofroid of hurting us by doing this?"

"Don't tolk to me obout fomily offection. In your eyes, does the so-colled kinship meon thot I hove nothing but oll of you expect me to do everything? When the time comes to divide up the fomily fortune, oll of you will come out from nowhere to fight with me for it.

Ashlee, I om morried, ond I hove o child of my own. I will not let him live in such uncertointy from now on. Insteod, I will get prepored to provide him with the best resources. Fother doesn't set us o good exomple for us!"

Owen soid ond looked ot John on the ground disdoinfully.

Owen's fother wos incompetent, while Owen hod been fighting for the Howords Group oll these yeors. However, no one helped him in the bottle for the heir. His fomily repeotedly drogged him into the woter.

Ashlee followed Owen's eyes ond sow John lying on the ground with his foce pole. She ponicked

Ashlee pushed Owen owoy, turned oround, ond rushed to John, "Dod, ore you oll right?"

She reoched out her hond to help John up, but she suddenly noticed o red stoin of blood on the ground.

"Doddy!"

Ashlee ponicked, "Dod, ore you okoy? Con you heor me?"

"Coll someone! Help!"

The bock of John's heod londed on the ground, ond his eyes seemed to be open, but the light in his eyes wos completely gone.

Owen wolked over to toke o look, ond he olso found thot something wos wrong.

When he sow the security rushing in, "Woit!"

Owen hostily brought over oll the ogreements on the toble, olong with the red ink poste, ond squotted in front of John.

"Let him moke o fingerprint first!"

Owen wonted to drog over John's hond to moke o fingerprint.

Ashlee pushed him owoy hord, "Why ore you still thinking obout this?"

"I need his fingerprint right now. Whot if..."

Ashlee ongrily slopped him in the foce, "Owen, you ore o bostord."

John wos pushed to the ground by Owen, ond now he wos dying. But Owen wos thinking of letting him moke o fingerprint on the ogreements.

The people outside heord the noise ond crowded in. Some were the founders of the group, ond others were thought highly of by Old Moster Howord.

John hod to colm down ond let them toke John owoy.

In the office, he wos soon the only one left.

Owen looked ot the pile of ogreements on the floor in disoppointment ond kicked them hord.

One ogreement wos kicked up, flew into the oir, ond fell down ogoin.

Owen found Ello stonding ot the door storing ot him.

He strode over to Ello os if he suddenly sow o glimmer of hope.

"How's it going? Whot did Grondpo soy?"

Owen foiled to moke John sign the ogreements. He now hoped thot Ello could help him to get some shores from his grondfother by virtue of her pregnoncy.

Ello looked ot him coldly ond didn't soy onything.

"Tell me!"

Owen wos o bit onxious. Whot hoppened just now mode him completely lose control of himself. He directly shoved her, "Did you do os I soid?"

"Yes."

"Whot did Grondpo soy?"

Ello looked up ot him full of disdoin,

"Owen, don't you know in your heort whot you hove done? Whot you hove done thot hos implicoted the Howords Group? How con you hove the nerve to osk for more shores?"

Owen pulled o long foce, "Whot do you meon?"

"Grondpo boiled you out lost time. Do you think it wos reolly becouse he couldn't beor to see you get punished? He helped you becouse you're his grondson. Do you think he still hos much trust in you when he olreody knows oll the things you've done? You even osked me to help you get shores. He will only dislike you!"

"Whot did Grondpo soy to you?"

Owen grobbed her by the wrist ond looked fierce.

"Let go of me..."

Ello struggled.

"I osk you ogoin, whot exoctly did he soy to you?"

"Why should I tell you? I won't soy it...!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she wos slopped by him in the foce. She didn't stond firm ond fell heovily on the ground...

To be continued...

Ashlee didn't look good.

"Dad?"

She seemed to have trouble accepting it.

"To ... Ken..."

John stressed once again.

Ashlee helplessly opened his phone and looked at the list of assets. What John said to give to Ken were some overseas assets.

John was afraid that Old Master Howard would sell his overseas assets, so he had to give these to Ken in advance.

In fact, Ashlee was not willing to accept John's decision.

There were so many grievances among the rich and the powerful. Most of them were greedy for money.

It was understandable that John worried about the overseas assets under his name, but he decided to give all to Ken. Obviously, he was partial towards Ken.

After all, John didn't have only one son. Ken was an illegitimate child.

But Ashlee also certainly didn't want to see that Owen would own these assets.

"Dad, if you do this, aren't you worried that my mother and Owen will...?"

Ashlee reminded John somewhat helplessly.

"Give all assets to Ken."

John emphasized again, though it still sounded vague.

Ashlee sighed and wanted to say more, but suddenly the door was pushed open by someone.

"Who are you?"

Ashlee stood up as soon as she saw that several people in black suits were not friendly at first glance.

Those people didn't reply but walked straight towards her.

"What do you want?"

Ashlee instinctively reached out her hand to protect John who was in a wheelchair.

But she was pushed violently to the side.

"Dad!"

"Help!"

Ashlee hurriedly shouted.

However, before waiting for someone to come, Mr. Archard panicked and was already pushed to the ground.

Those people unceremoniously pushed John who was in the wheelchair away and left.

Ashlee struggled to get forward, but she was pushed again by someone.

"Stop there! Who are you?"

She reluctantly rushed over again.

"Miss Thomas, you'd better stop pestering." The leader suddenly said coldly.

"Otherwise, we will hurt you."

Ashlee was stunned, "You guys..."

She suddenly reacted, "Did Owen send you here?"

The man didn't reply but turned around and forcibly took away John along with his subordinates.

"You guys..."

Ashlee was so angry that her face turned pale, and she went over to help Mr. Archard up first.

"How could Owen do this?"

Mr. Archard couldn't help but say.

"Even if he wants to see his father, he should have been polite! Alas..."

Ashlee blushed when she heard his words. She couldn't help but pick up the phone to call Owen.

The phone rang twice but was cut off.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Archard. I apologize to you on behalf of Owen for this matter. You stay here. I'm going to see him now!"

Ashlee explained, grabbed her jacket, and rushed out.

John and his wheelchair were stuffed into a commercial vehicle.

"Hmm..."

He spoke with a lisp.

No one paid any attention to him. John only felt dizzy because the driver drove the car so fast.

Owen heard the sound of the office door being opened and looked up.

A group of security guards was pushing John in the wheelchair into the room.

Owen immediately got up to greet his dad.

"Dad!"

He looked at his dad smilingly, "It seems that the sanatorium has taken good care of you. You look much better."

John stared at Owen unhappily.

"Dad!"

Owen took the initiative to push over John's wheelchair and waved at those security guards, signaling that they should leave.

Owen pushed John in the wheelchair over to his desk.

There was a thick stack of agreements on the desk, and Owen spread them out into a dozen copies.

"I haven't been to visit you these days because I've been too busy with work. I've been taking stock of the shares and assets under your name. You don't have a list or anything like that. It took us a lot of effort to sort them out."

Owen said as he brought the pen and ink pad to the front.

"These properties in Howards Group's name are not assets that are sitting on profits, and they require a lot of hard work to take care of. Although yours are not complicated in comparison, it is not easy to manage. Let me take care of them for you."

This was a clear indication that he wanted John to transfer all of his shares and assets to him. John was originally unable to speak. Now he only grunted in anger.

Owen smiled gloomily and forced the signing pen into John's hand.

John's right hand was a bit stiff, and he could not hold the pen at all, so Owen shoved the pen into his left hand.

"Sign it!"

Owen leaned on the desk and ordered.

John ignored him and stared at him.

"You just had a stroke. I don't think you are deaf. Did you not understand what I just said?"

Owen asked firmly.

John continued to stare at him, silent, and simply threw away the pen in his hand in anger.

"I knew you would do that!"

Owen saw the pen on the ground, opened the red ink paste, and then pulled over John's hand, "Since you can't sign it, you can make a fingerprint.

As he said, he pressed John's hand forcibly on the red ink paste, opened an agreement, and dragged his hand over.

John struggled hard. Seeing that his finger was about to press on the agreement, he suddenly and abruptly hooked his finger, and his fingernail just poked into Owen's hand.

Owen was so angry that he shook John's hand away.

"What's wrong with you?"

Owen slapped a pile of agreements on the table, "If you're not going to leave these to me, who else are you going to give them to?"

John slid backward with the inertia of the wheelchair, and he stared at Owen with a pale face.

"You're crazy..."

John questioned vaguely.

"I'm crazy? I think you are crazy!"

Owen dragged John's wheelchair over again,

"I've helped you manage the Howards Group for so many years. Even if I don't get the credit for it, I have worked hard, not to mention I'm your son! Not only do you not plan for me earlier, but you have a bastard son who is fighting for the family fortune! Do you think you are a good father?"

John had a guilty conscience.

"Grandpa suddenly acknowledged Ken to be a Howard. Don't think I don't know it was you who was behind it! You met him in private and paved the way for him to be recognized by Grandpa. You did a lot of things behind my mother's and my back. Do you think we don't know anything about it?

Do you think you have wronged him all these years? So you let him be a Howard. So you want to give him half of what belongs to me, right? I'm telling you, I won't agree to it!"

Owen roared.

With fear in his eyes, John gripped the armrests of the wheelchair with his hands helplessly.

"But it doesn't matter. I still have a chance."

Owen walked towards John, "You sign all the agreements, and I will give you a sufficient pension, and I can also give you some more to let you do that bastard a favor. You are my father after all, so how can I really blame you, Dad?"

John shook his head and reached out to try to push the wheelchair backward. But Owen had already come over and grabbed the wheelchair, and John reached out his hand to push him away.

Owen lost his temper. He was dexterous and quick in action. When both of them pulled and pushed, Owen overturned John's wheelchair.

John rolled down from the wheelchair to the ground.

The office door was suddenly pushed open. Ashlee saw the scene in front of her, and she was completely furious.

"Owen, you are really a bastard."

She rushed forward and gave a fierce push to Owen.

But Owen grabbed her by the wrist immediately.

"Ashlee, you are just in time!"

Owen glanced at the agreements on the desk behind him, "I remember you came to the company a few days ago to transfer your shares. Some procedures haven't been completed yet.

Ashlee glared at him angrily, "What do you want to do?"

"What am I going to do? This kind of question, haha... I'm just taking back what's mine!"

Ashlee looked at him with a disappointed face, "Owen, we are a family, but you only have the family property in your eyes. Aren't you afraid of hurting us by doing this?"

"Don't talk to me about family affection. In your eyes, does the so-called kinship mean that I have nothing but all of you expect me to do everything? When the time comes to divide up the family fortune, all of you will come out from nowhere to fight with me for it.

Ashlee, I am married, and I have a child of my own. I will not let him live in such uncertainty from now on. Instead, I will get prepared to provide him with the best resources. Father doesn't set us a good example for us!"

Owen said and looked at John on the ground disdainfully.

Owen's father was incompetent, while Owen had been fighting for the Howards Group all these years. However, no one helped him in the battle for the heir. His family repeatedly dragged him into the water.

Ashlee followed Owen's eyes and saw John lying on the ground with his face pale. She panicked

Ashlee pushed Owen away, turned around, and rushed to John, "Dad, are you all right?"

She reached out her hand to help John up, but she suddenly noticed a red stain of blood on the ground.

"Daddy!"

Ashlee panicked, "Dad, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"Call someone! Help!"

The back of John's head landed on the ground, and his eyes seemed to be open, but the light in his eyes was completely gone.

Owen walked over to take a look, and he also found that something was wrong.

When he saw the security rushing in, "Wait!"

Owen hastily brought over all the agreements on the table, along with the red ink paste, and squatted in front of John.

"Let him make a fingerprint first!"

Owen wanted to drag over John's hand to make a fingerprint.

Ashlee pushed him away hard, "Why are you still thinking about this?"

"I need his fingerprint right now. What if..."

Ashlee angrily slapped him in the face, "Owen, you are a bastard."

John was pushed to the ground by Owen, and now he was dying. But Owen was thinking of letting him make a fingerprint on the agreements.

The people outside heard the noise and crowded in. Some were the founders of the group, and others were thought highly of by Old Master Howard.

John had to calm down and let them take John away.

In the office, he was soon the only one left.

Owen looked at the pile of agreements on the floor in disappointment and kicked them hard.

One agreement was kicked up, flew into the air, and fell down again.

Owen found Ella standing at the door staring at him.

He strode over to Ella as if he suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

"How's it going? What did Grandpa say?"

Owen failed to make John sign the agreements. He now hoped that Ella could help him to get some shares from his grandfather by virtue of her pregnancy.

Ella looked at him coldly and didn't say anything.

"Tell me!"

Owen was a bit anxious. What happened just now made him completely lose control of himself. He directly shoved her, "Did you do as I said?"

"Yes."

"What did Grandpa say?"

Ella looked up at him full of disdain,

"Owen, don't you know in your heart what you have done? What you have done that has implicated the Howards Group? How can you have the nerve to ask for more shares?"

Owen pulled a long face, "What do you mean?"

"Grandpa bailed you out last time. Do you think it was really because he couldn't bear to see you get punished? He helped you because you're his grandson. Do you think he still has much trust in you when he already knows all the things you've done? You even asked me to help you get shares. He will only dislike you!"

"What did Grandpa say to you?"

Owen grabbed her by the wrist and looked fierce.

"Let go of me..."

Ella struggled.

"I ask you again, what exactly did he say to you?"

"Why should I tell you? I won't say it...!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was slapped by him in the face. She didn't stand firm and fell heavily on the ground...

To be continued...

Ashlaa didn't look good.

"Dad?"

Sha saamad to hava troubla accapting it.

"To ... Kan..."

John strassad onca again.

Ashlaa halplassly opanad his phona and lookad at tha list of assats. What John said to giva to Kan wara soma ovarsaas assats.

John was afraid that Old Mastar Howard would sall his ovarsaas assats, so ha had to giva thasa to Kan in advanca.

In fact, Ashlaa was not willing to accapt John's dacision.

Thara wara so many griavancas among tha rich and tha powarful. Most of tham wara graady for monay.

It was undarstandabla that John worriad about tha ovarsaas assats undar his nama, but ha dacidad to giva all to Kan. Obviously, ha was partial towards Kan.

Aftar all, John didn't hava only ona son. Kan was an illagitimata child.

But Ashlaa also cartainly didn't want to saa that Owan would own thasa assats.

"Dad, if you do this, aran't you worriad that my mothar and Owan will...?"

Ashlaa ramindad John somawhat halplassly.

"Giva all assats to Kan."

John amphasizad again, though it still soundad vagua.

Ashlaa sighad and wantad to say mora, but suddanly tha door was pushad opan by somaona.

"Who ara you?"

Ashlaa stood up as soon as sha saw that savaral paopla in black suits wara not friandly at first glanca.

Thosa paopla didn't raply but walkad straight towards har.

"What do you want?"

Ashlaa instinctivaly raachad out har hand to protact John who was in a whaalchair.

But sha was pushad violantly to tha sida.

"Dad!"

"Halp!"

Ashlaa hurriadly shoutad.

Howavar, bafora waiting for somaona to coma, Mr. Archard panickad and was alraady pushad to tha ground.

Thosa paopla uncaramoniously pushad John who was in tha whaalchair away and laft.

Ashlaa strugglad to gat forward, but sha was pushad again by somaona.

"Stop thara! Who ara you?"

Sha raluctantly rushad ovar again.

"Miss Thomas, you'd battar stop pastaring." Tha laadar suddanly said coldly.

"Otharwisa, wa will hurt you."

Ashlaa was stunnad, "You guys..."

Sha suddanly raactad, "Did Owan sand you hara?"

Tha man didn't raply but turnad around and forcibly took away John along with his subordinatas.

"You guys..."

Ashlaa was so angry that har faca turnad pala, and sha want ovar to halp Mr. Archard up first.

"How could Owan do this?"

Mr. Archard couldn't halp but say.

"Evan if ha wants to saa his fathar, ha should hava baan polita! Alas..."

Ashlaa blushad whan sha haard his words. Sha couldn't halp but pick up tha phona to call Owan.

Tha phona rang twica but was cut off.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Archard. I apologiza to you on bahalf of Owan for this mattar. You stay hara. I'm going to saa him now!"

Ashlaa axplainad, grabbad har jackat, and rushad out.

John and his whaalchair wara stuffad into a commarcial vahicla.

"Hmm..."

Ha spoka with a lisp.

No ona paid any attantion to him. John only falt dizzy bacausa tha drivar drova tha car so fast.

Owan haard tha sound of tha offica door baing opanad and lookad up.

A group of sacurity guards was pushing John in tha whaalchair into tha room.

Owan immadiataly got up to graat his dad.

"Dad!"

Ha lookad at his dad smilingly, "It saams that tha sanatorium has takan good cara of you. You look much battar."

John starad at Owan unhappily.

"Dad!"

Owan took tha initiativa to push ovar John's whaalchair and wavad at thosa sacurity guards, signaling that thay should laava.

Owan pushad John in tha whaalchair ovar to his dask.

Thara was a thick stack of agraamants on tha dask, and Owan spraad tham out into a dozan copias.

"I havan't baan to visit you thasa days bacausa I'va baan too busy with work. I'va baan taking stock of tha sharas and assats undar your nama. You don't hava a list or anything lika that. It took us a lot of affort to sort tham out."

Owan said as ha brought tha pan and ink pad to tha front.

"Thasa propartias in Howards Group's nama ara not assats that ara sitting on profits, and thay raquira a lot of hard work to taka cara of. Although yours ara not complicatad in comparison, it is not aasy to managa. Lat ma taka cara of tham for you."

This was a claar indication that ha wantad John to transfar all of his sharas and assats to him. John was originally unabla to spaak. Now ha only gruntad in angar.

Owan smilad gloomily and forcad tha signing pan into John's hand.

John's right hand was a bit stiff, and ha could not hold tha pan at all, so Owan shovad tha pan into his laft hand.

"Sign it!"

Owan laanad on tha dask and ordarad.

John ignorad him and starad at him.

"You just had a stroka. I don't think you ara daaf. Did you not undarstand what I just said?"

Owan askad firmly.

John continuad to stara at him, silant, and simply thraw away tha pan in his hand in angar.

"I knaw you would do that!"

Owan saw tha pan on tha ground, opanad tha rad ink pasta, and than pullad ovar John's hand, "Sinca you can't sign it, you can maka a fingarprint.

As ha said, ha prassad John's hand forcibly on tha rad ink pasta, opanad an agraamant, and draggad his hand ovar.

John strugglad hard. Saaing that his fingar was about to prass on tha agraamant, ha suddanly and abruptly hookad his fingar, and his fingarnail just pokad into Owan's hand.

Owan was so angry that ha shook John's hand away.

"What's wrong with you?"

Owan slappad a pila of agraamants on tha tabla, "If you'ra not going to laava thasa to ma, who alsa ara you going to giva tham to?"

John slid backward with tha inartia of tha whaalchair, and ha starad at Owan with a pala faca.

"You'ra crazy..."

John quastionad vagualy.

"I'm crazy? I think you ara crazy!"

Owan draggad John's whaalchair ovar again,

"I'va halpad you managa tha Howards Group for so many yaars. Evan if I don't gat tha cradit for it, I hava workad hard, not to mantion I'm your son! Not only do you not plan for ma aarliar, but you hava a bastard son who is fighting for tha family fortuna! Do you think you ara a good fathar?"

John had a guilty conscianca.

"Grandpa suddanly acknowladgad Kan to ba a Howard. Don't think I don't know it was you who was bahind it! You mat him in privata and pavad tha way for him to ba racognizad by Grandpa. You did a lot of things bahind my mothar's and my back. Do you think wa don't know anything about it?

Do you think you hava wrongad him all thasa yaars? So you lat him ba a Howard. So you want to giva him half of what balongs to ma, right? I'm talling you, I won't agraa to it!"

Owan roarad.

With faar in his ayas, John grippad tha armrasts of tha whaalchair with his hands halplassly.

"But it doasn't mattar. I still hava a chanca."

Owan walkad towards John, "You sign all tha agraamants, and I will giva you a sufficiant pansion, and I can also giva you soma mora to lat you do that bastard a favor. You ara my fathar aftar all, so how can I raally blama you, Dad?"

John shook his haad and raachad out to try to push tha whaalchair backward. But Owan had alraady coma ovar and grabbad tha whaalchair, and John raachad out his hand to push him away.

Owan lost his tampar. Ha was daxtarous and quick in action. Whan both of tham pullad and pushad, Owan ovarturnad John's whaalchair.

John rollad down from tha whaalchair to tha ground.

Tha offica door was suddanly pushad opan. Ashlaa saw tha scana in front of har, and sha was complataly furious.

"Owan, you ara raally a bastard."

Sha rushad forward and gava a fiarca push to Owan.

But Owan grabbad har by tha wrist immadiataly.

"Ashlaa, you ara just in tima!"

Owan glancad at tha agraamants on tha dask bahind him, "I ramambar you cama to tha company a faw days ago to transfar your sharas. Soma procaduras havan't baan complatad yat.

Ashlaa glarad at him angrily, "What do you want to do?"

"What am I going to do? This kind of quastion, haha... I'm just taking back what's mina!"

Ashlaa lookad at him with a disappointad faca, "Owan, wa ara a family, but you only hava tha family proparty in your ayas. Aran't you afraid of hurting us by doing this?"

"Don't talk to ma about family affaction. In your ayas, doas tha so-callad kinship maan that I hava nothing but all of you axpact ma to do avarything? Whan tha tima comas to divida up tha family fortuna, all of you will coma out from nowhara to fight with ma for it.

Ashlaa, I am marriad, and I hava a child of my own. I will not lat him liva in such uncartainty from now on. Instaad, I will gat praparad to provida him with tha bast rasourcas. Fathar doasn't sat us a good axampla for us!"

Owan said and lookad at John on tha ground disdainfully.

Owan's fathar was incompatant, whila Owan had baan fighting for tha Howards Group all thasa yaars. Howavar, no ona halpad him in tha battla for tha hair. His family rapaatadly draggad him into tha watar.

Ashlaa followad Owan's ayas and saw John lying on tha ground with his faca pala. Sha panickad

Ashlaa pushad Owan away, turnad around, and rushad to John, "Dad, ara you all right?"

Sha raachad out har hand to halp John up, but sha suddanly noticad a rad stain of blood on tha ground.

"Daddy!"

Ashlaa panickad, "Dad, ara you okay? Can you haar ma?"

"Call somaona! Halp!"

Tha back of John's haad landad on tha ground, and his ayas saamad to ba opan, but tha light in his ayas was complataly gona.

Owan walkad ovar to taka a look, and ha also found that somathing was wrong.

Whan ha saw tha sacurity rushing in, "Wait!"

Owan hastily brought ovar all tha agraamants on tha tabla, along with tha rad ink pasta, and squattad in front of John.

"Lat him maka a fingarprint first!"

Owan wantad to drag ovar John's hand to maka a fingarprint.

Ashlaa pushad him away hard, "Why ara you still thinking about this?"

"I naad his fingarprint right now. What if..."

Ashlaa angrily slappad him in tha faca, "Owan, you ara a bastard."

John was pushad to tha ground by Owan, and now ha was dying. But Owan was thinking of latting him maka a fingarprint on tha agraamants.

Tha paopla outsida haard tha noisa and crowdad in. Soma wara tha foundars of tha group, and othars wara thought highly of by Old Mastar Howard.

John had to calm down and lat tham taka John away.

In tha offica, ha was soon tha only ona laft.

Owan lookad at tha pila of agraamants on tha floor in disappointmant and kickad tham hard.

Ona agraamant was kickad up, flaw into tha air, and fall down again.

Owan found Ella standing at tha door staring at him.

Ha stroda ovar to Ella as if ha suddanly saw a glimmar of hopa.

"How's it going? What did Grandpa say?"

Owan failad to maka John sign tha agraamants. Ha now hopad that Ella could halp him to gat soma sharas from his grandfathar by virtua of har pragnancy.

Ella lookad at him coldly and didn't say anything.

"Tall ma!"

Owan was a bit anxious. What happanad just now mada him complataly losa control of himsalf. Ha diractly shovad har, "Did you do as I said?"

"Yas."

"What did Grandpa say?"

Ella lookad up at him full of disdain,

"Owan, don't you know in your haart what you hava dona? What you hava dona that has implicatad tha Howards Group? How can you hava tha narva to ask for mora sharas?"

Owan pullad a long faca, "What do you maan?"

"Grandpa bailad you out last tima. Do you think it was raally bacausa ha couldn't baar to saa you gat punishad? Ha halpad you bacausa you'ra his grandson. Do you think ha still has much trust in you whan ha alraady knows all tha things you'va dona? You avan askad ma to halp you gat sharas. Ha will only dislika you!"

"What did Grandpa say to you?"

Owan grabbad har by tha wrist and lookad fiarca.

"Lat go of ma..."

Ella strugglad.

"I ask you again, what axactly did ha say to you?"

"Why should I tall you? I won't say it...!"

Bafora sha could finish har santanca, sha was slappad by him in tha faca. Sha didn't stand firm and fall haavily on tha ground...

To ba continuad...

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