Chapter 138: Grandfather

"Sir, the one who just passed by should be Master Andrei—"

As the two cars crossed paths, inside the Rolls-Royce, a middle-aged voice sounded from the driver's seat.

"I recognize that Norfolk Lotus 350; it's the sports car provided to him by the Nathan Sports Group."

"I've already seen him."

This voice came from the back seat, slightly hoarse, but its first impression was one of unparalleled authority, enough to make anyone who heard it feel a sense of awe.

"He does look much more spirited than before, not as gloomy as he used to be. That's gratifying."

"At that time, Master Andrei had just lost his parents; it was inevitable that he would be despondent. It's already very commendable that he could emerge from the shadows so quickly."

The middle-aged driver let out a soft laugh: "Speaking of which, the day after tomorrow is the seventh round of the Middle School Comprehensive Cold Weapon Individual Combat Tournament. The TV stations and newspapers are full of news about him and James Lancaster. Those commentary shows are also cashing in on the young master. If you'll forgive my saying so, sir, I also placed a bet of seventy thousand gold shields on Master Andrei yesterday, using our family's social security cards. The odds they set were simply too exaggerated—one to twenty-six point two. But I think the day after tomorrow afternoon will mark the beginning of Master Andrei's rise. The Nathan Sports Group's promotional strategy is very clever; now the young master's name is known to every household in Atlanta."

At this moment, the middle-aged driver noticed the old man behind him gazing silently out the window. He couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart: "Sir, I can have someone book a ticket for the Storm Stadium; I think we should still be able to get a box seat today—"

"No need. A battle that is sure to be won is not worth watching."

The old man refused bluntly, then instructed again: "Diamond, keep an eye on Andrei's comprehensive store plan and report progress to me at any time. I need every detail of the Sunrise Company's operations. Of course, make sure not to be discovered."

"Understood, Chairman!"

The one who answered now was a young man sitting beside the old man, with a cold, stern face like ice.

"I've looked into the general outline of this comprehensive store plan, and I can say it's a groundbreaking concept. Master Andrei's cost control is also very ideal. I think if there is no external interference from outside the business world, the Sunrise Company will likely succeed this time. But the problem is external forces—Chairman, do we need to intervene?"

The old man waited a moment before speaking again: "Only observe. My love for Andrei would only bring him disaster. I've made the same mistake twice; I must not make it a third time. By the way, how is Jennifer?"

"Miss Jennifer's abilities are quite impressive. The three women's products companies under her management have all achieved good results; this year's financial report will look very good. However, this has also aroused the vigilance of Masters Randall and Robert."

The young man's voice was almost devoid of emotion: "So her situation is very bad. If she can't find strong support within the Wiltonshire Group, her days next year will be very difficult."

"So she contacted Christian, intending to force her brother to become Chris's adopted son, right?"

A hint of mockery appeared in the old man's eyes: "Does she still not know about Andrei's situation?"

"The people Miss Jennifer hired are somewhat lacking in investigative ability, and the Nathan Group and Penguin Lottery have done a good job of blocking information."

The young man pushed up his glasses: "Just five days ago, Miss Jennifer personally intervened to get the Atlanta City Bank to approve a mortgage loan for the Sunrise Company."

"Foolish girl."

The old man sighed: "Tomorrow, issue a notice within the family, moving Jennifer up two places in the order of succession."

"That would put her at eleventh. I think the family council may need you to explain this matter."

"I'll convince them. I'm about to retire, aren't I? They won't make trouble for me over an insignificant succession order."

As he spoke, the old man tapped the palm of his other hand with the pipe in his hand: "Then, Diamond, I need you to express my care for Jennifer in an appropriate setting within the next ten days."

"Understood!"

At this moment, the two people in the car reacted differently. The young man remained indifferent, showing no change, but the middle-aged driver in front revealed a bitter smile.

This 'care' was not a good thing. Though both were Elina's children, his master treated them in completely different ways.

"Also—"

A hint of anticipation even curled at the corner of the old man's lips: "I need the video of Friday's battle. Tell the cameraman it must have the clearest resolution."

"I'll give the order right away."

After answering, the driver seemed to remember something: "By the way, Chairman, there's news from the Pearson-Darby-Specter law firm that Master Andrei commissioned lawyer Mike Ross a few days ago to handle the adoption procedures for Hazel."

"Hazel?"

"Hazel Wiltonshire, Vivian's child."

The middle-aged driver explained: "It's said the girl's situation is very bad, suspected of being abused by her aunt's family."

"Didn't the family foundation take action? Never mind, I can probably guess what's going on. This girl has very poor magical talent, right?"

The old man sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with some headache: "Let him be. This child has one flaw—he's too kind-hearted, just like his mother."

...

Li Mochen still greatly underestimated the heat and influence of his match with James Lancaster throughout Atlanta.

On Friday morning, when he and Qi Tai were about to drive to Linden Academy, they found that even the garage door of Unicorn Apartments was blocked by a large group of reporters.

Most of them didn't dare go too far, but a small number directly blocked Li Mochen's car. It was only after the apartment management temporarily dispatched a large number of security guards that Li Mochen's car was able to leave safely.

However, three minutes later, when their bulletproof SUV arrived at the academy gate, they found it was also packed with a dense crowd of people.

Li Mochen couldn't help but feel frustrated. The reason he drove despite the 350-meter distance was to avoid reporters. But in the end, he was still blocked, which annoyed him endlessly.

"Student Wiltonshire, this afternoon you will compete with James Lancaster for a spot in the top 16. Do you have anything to say?"

"James Lancaster, nicknamed the 'Dual Sword Prince,' declared three days ago that he would definitely break your legs in this match. Do you have any response, Andrei?"

"James Lancaster has had no accidents this week. Some reports say his competitive state is at an unprecedented peak. Andrei, do you think you'll still have the same luck this round?"

Li Mochen was too lazy to respond, staying hidden in the car.

The image shaper from the Nathan Sports Group had specifically instructed him to maintain a aloof, silent image in front of the media.

In the plan set by the Nathan Group, they would promote him as a cold prince with elfin beauty who had fallen from a prestigious family.

The original owner of the body was somewhat dissatisfied with this, and Li Mochen himself also felt a bit uncomfortable, but who could argue with his benefactor? Not only did the Sunrise Company need the Nathan Group's support, but they also provided him with a mansion and a sports car, covering all his living expenses and training resources.

So the dissatisfaction and discomfort within the body were firmly suppressed by Li Mochen's domineering attitude.