Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 482

Since Eleanor had operated with extreme paranoia all these years, and the scandalous rumors predated Quentin's birth, Silas was actually older than Quentin.

It was all still a bit muddy.

But based on that DNA test, Eleanor had declared that since Silas was a Prescott, he was equally entitled to inherit the empire.

Looking at him, Madeline had to admit his aura and features did bear a faint, hidden resemblance to Quentin.

She proposed reviving the Med-Tech Robotics Initiative. If they pulled it off, they would solidify their dominance in the medical equipment sector.

Silas didn't object. He had reviewed the corporate portfolio and agreed it was a viable entry point, though the previous attempts had burned through tens of billions with nothing to show for it.

"You need to think this through, Madeline," he warned. "This is cutting-edge medical technology. There is zero guarantee the R&D will succeed."

"I've thought it through," she nodded. "It's worth the risk."

"Alright. Take it to the board. You have my full support."

She hadn't expected the process to be this painless; he hadn't tried to stifle her ambition at all.

After wrapping up the business talk, Silas suddenly shifted gears. "You seem bogged down by some personal issues lately, Madeline. Are you trying to bury yourself in work to numb it? Am I right?"

It wasn't a baseless guess. If her proposal passed, she would be the sole lead, taking on the company's weakest division and its most grueling project. It would require an insane amount of dedication.

She feigned nonchalance. "Not at all. I don't have any personal issues."

Silas chuckled. "An executive just arrived in the building, and it seems... he's here for you."

He had just seen the notification on his phone.

Xavier York was already in the elevator, accompanied by Deputy Mayor Arthur Brooks. They were heading straight for Silas's office.

The secretary at the door didn't dare block their path.

Xavier didn't even knock before pushing the door open.

Silas stood up immediately, offering a warm, respectful greeting to the familiar official. The Deputy Mayor nodded, and Silas quickly ushered him into the reception area for tea.

Madeline naturally stood up as well. She noted the middle-aged man's understated attire, yet he radiated a ruthless, oppressive authority, his expression grim and unyielding.