Chapter 1172:
Brad accepted the coffee but set it aside untouched. “You’re not wrong. I’ve reached the same conclusion.”
He reached into his pocket and calmly produced a marriage certificate. “I was officially married yesterday. As for the Morgan Group,” he continued, his tone turning steely, “it is far too early for Frank to take control.”
Cillian’s expression tightened almost imperceptibly as his eyes fell on the document. “That was… sudden.”
Frank stepped forward, his composure cracking. “What are you implying, Brad?”
“I’ll make it clear,” Brad replied evenly. “Prior to the marriage, I established a formal agreement. My wife holds ninety percent of my shares and possesses authority over the company equal to my own.” A faint, cold smile touched his lips. “To put it simply — if I am incapacitated or otherwise unable to act, all my assets and decision-making power transfer to her. She is my primary beneficiary and decision-maker. Our future children come next. Only then would Frank even enter consideration.”
Cillian’s jaw tightened as he stared at the marriage certificate, as if his gaze alone could burn through it.
Ninety percent ownership. Absolute authority. Status equal to Brad’s.
𝗥𝘰𝗆𝗮n𝗰𝖾 𝘢n𝗱 𝘱𝖺sѕіo𝘯 o𝘯 𝗴𝘢lո𝘰v𝗲ls.co𝘮
This was no mere marriage — it was the consolidation of an unbreakable alliance. Rylie was no passive figure. Backed by the Owen family, she represented a formidable and enduring force.
Frank, his ambition now fully exposed, finally lost all restraint. He had expected today to mark his entry into the core of Morgan power — perhaps even his moment to seize it entirely. He stepped closer, his mask of humility gone, replaced by urgency and resentment.
“Brad, what are you saying? We’re family! Father is only thinking of your well-being. And you want to hand everything to an outsider? No matter what, I’m still your brother!”
“Brother?” Brad finally looked up, his gaze cold and sharp. “What have you ever done to earn that title?”
“Brad!” Frieda’s composure shattered. “This is my fault — don’t take it out on Frank!” Her blatant favoritism only sharpened the contempt in Brad’s eyes.
“Brad,” Cillian said coldly, “are you truly willing to go this far? To hand the company to an outsider? Don’t forget — the Morgan Group was never built by you alone. My father laid its foundation. That legacy belongs to me.”
Brad leaned back slightly, interlacing his fingers, his posture calm yet undeniably commanding.
His voice grew colder, each word deliberate. “When you were young, you never fought for this business. My grandfather built it through relentless work. You married late, then betrayed my mother while she was pregnant, harming us both.” He continued without emotion. “For the past thirty years — save for infancy — I have balanced military duty and corporate responsibility. Yes, the family benefited from national support, but every step forward came through my own effort. What does any of that have to do with you? You have done nothing but live off the Morgan name.” He paused, his voice merciless. “You are a parasite clinging to the family legacy.”
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