Chapter 97
The Valdemar Group's recent collaborations were mere drops in the bucket for the industry.
Yet insiders understood these lucrative deals always prioritized family connections.
The Lowells, as the Valdemars' in-laws, should have been the natural choice.
But Patriarch Valdemar had shockingly awarded the contracts to their rival, Pearl Group.
"That wretched Sophia is behind this!" Richard Lowell's fingers dug into the leather armrest.
His chest tightened recalling the cold reception at Valdemar Holdings.
"Choosing outsiders over family? The old man's lost his mind!"
William Lowell's gaze darkened as he stared out the window.
The projects themselves meant little.
But the industry would interpret this as the Valdemars snubbing the Lowells.
That was the real disaster.
Richard slumped back with a heavy sigh.
"If only Emily had married into their family..."
His youngest daughter knew how to charm elders, unlike that ungrateful Sophia.
"Who knew the old man would dote on a therapeutic bride?" William massaged his temples.
He'd never have let his sister marry a comatose man.
Not even the former Valdemar heir.
"Don't worry, Father." His voice turned icy. "The patriarch won't last much longer."
Since Alexander's accident, undercurrents had rippled through Valdemar Holdings.
The once-formidable patriarch was now a spent force.
Shareholders circled like vultures.
"Our priority is cultivating Vincent Valdemar."
Richard nodded grimly.
"Given the circumstances, the Valdemar succession—"
Their eyes met in silent understanding.
The Lowell mansion was in chaos when they arrived.
Victoria sat shell-shocked on the sofa.
Nathan drowned himself in liquor.
"What happened?" Richard barked.
Victoria's voice trembled. "Nathan's endorsements... all canceled."
"Mass fan exodus. PR can't contain it."
Richard's face drained of color.
Nathan was Lowell Entertainment's cash cow.
His downfall would tank their entire entertainment division.
William quietly explained the situation.
With a crash, Richard overturned the coffee table.
"Sophia again!"
Veins bulged at his temples, eyes burning with hatred.
"That bastard child dares oppose us?"