I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158 I’ve Long Grown Tired of Being President

She sucked in a sharp breath, finally letting herself relax.

The old master of the Morgans truly lived up to his name. Even though he had stepped down years ago, the force of his presence was still overwhelming.

During her standoff with him, Sophie had been holding her breath the entire time.

Luckily, she had insisted there were no feelings between her and Marcus. Otherwise, she would never have walked out of the estate so easily today.

Lowering her gaze, Sophie glanced at her phone’s black screen.

She needed to charge it immediately–and contact Marcus.

Inside the grand hall, after Sophie’s departure, the old master turned and spoke quietly.

“You can come out now.”

From behind the folding screen stepped Marcus, his expression grim, his presence oppressive.

He had heard every word of Sophie’s conversation with the patriarch.

“Don’t think I don’t know the tricks you’ve been pulling in the shadows all these years. You were on the brink of success, yet now you throw it all away–for a woman who doesn’t even care about you. How foolish.”

The old man’s tone was icy. “I don’t care what you feel for Sophie. From this moment, you will bury those thoughts. What I said to her was meant for

you as well.”

“The stain of her past with Liam will follow her for life. If you want to be the true master of this family, your record must be spotless.”

Marcus let out a derisive laugh, eyes flashing.

“Tell me, Father–was your own record ever spotless?”

The patriarch’s pupils narrowed. His hand, resting on the carved wooden table, clenched tightly.

“Marcus, be rational! You are not yet the head of this family. Don’t test my limits!”

“And what are those limits?”

Marcus strode forward and dropped into the very seat Sophie had just vacated.

“You wrested the family seat from Grandfather. And now you fear I’ll do the same to you–ambitious, ruthless, unbound by etiquette. So you guard against me like a man afraid of raising a tiger at his side.”

“After all these years together, I still don’t know whether your true bottom line is power in your hand–or that hypocritical face of yours.”

“Marcus, how dare you!”

The old master slammed the table. “Do not think I am powerless just because I stepped down. I can replace you anytime. The Morgan bloodline has many fine heirs–any one of them could take your seat as president.”

“Then by all means, Father. Pick your puppet.”

Marcus rose to his feet, contempt plain in his eyes.

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Chapter 158 I’ve Long Groven Tired of Being President

“Find yourself a puppet president. That way you can rule from behind the curtain, and never again fear losing the scraps of authority you still clutch.”

He strode out, tossing his final words over his shoulder.

“When you find your puppet, let me know. I’ve long grown tired of that seat.”

The old master’s face turned ashen, staring at his son’s retreating back, speechless with fury.

The Morgan Group was too massive. Not just anyone could stabilize the position of president.

If he truly had another viable candidate, he would have replaced Marcus long ago–he wouldn’t still be battling wits and wills with him at this age.

After leaving the estate, Sophie returned home at once. Her first task was to charge her phone.

The moment it powered on, she dialed Marcus’s number.

The call rang and rang, but no one picked up. Sophie frowned.

If the patriarch’s words were true, Marcus should already be back in Riverland. If he had returned because of her, why wasn’t he here?

Thinking this through, she went downstairs and sat quietly in the Chandler family’s garden to wait.

Half an hour later, the growl of an engine echoed at the gate.

Sophie’s eyes lit up. She hurried forward.

But it was a black Bugatti that pulled up, and out stepped Ethan Chandler.

“Sophie, what are you doing out here? Were you waiting to welcome me home from work?” His tone was warm, his eyes filled with joy.

A pang of disappointment pricked Sophie’s heart, but she forced a smile. “You’ve worked hard, brother. Go inside and rest.”

“You’re acting strange.” Ethan frowned.

“Tell me honestly–what trouble have you gotten into this time? Is that why you’re out here acting so sweet, hoping I’ll cover for you again?”

Sophie looked away, guilty. “Nothing like that. Really. Just go in first–I’ll sit out here a while longer.”

“You’re not coming in with me?”

Realization dawned on Ethan’s face. “So it wasn’t me you were waiting for.”

Sophie forced an awkward smile, embarrassed.

“Hah, so I was mistaken after all.”

He shook his head in mock exasperation and headed into the house.

Sophie returned to her spot in the garden, eyes drifting constantly toward the gate.

When would Marcus come?

She waited until evening fell. Only when dinner was served did she finally go inside.

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