Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 430

The atmosphere in the boardroom thickened to a suffocating degree.

Several department heads looked as though they wanted to bury their faces into the table, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire of this toxic family war.

Lucius stood there, wrapped in total silence.

He had bled for this building for six years. He had personally overseen every major project and audited every financial report.

Those endless nights of overtime had built the very foundation he was standing on, brick by brick.

And now, none of it belonged to him.

He raised his eyes to look at Alastair, his voice remarkably steady.

"Are you finished? If you are, I'm leaving."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked toward the boardroom doors.

His dress shoes made no sound against the thick carpet, but every step was grounded and steady. His posture remained flawless, his body language silently declaring to everyone in the room—he was walking out on his own terms; he wasn't being thrown out.

"Hold on."

Alastair's voice slithered out from behind him, carrying the leisurely cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse. "I'm not done talking."

Lucius stopped in his tracks, though he didn't turn around.

Alastair leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his legs and casually swinging his foot. His tone was dismissive.

"You can leave, but you need to clean out that desk in the CEO's office.

Also, leave the keys to the Lamborghini parked in your spot with security. That car is registered under the company. It's not yours."

At those words, even the stoic Lucius visibly tensed.

His grandfather had gifted him that car just last year. Hanging from the keychain was a solid gold talisman his grandfather had handpicked to ensure his safe travels.