Regrets Come Too Late (Sierra and Johnny) novel Chapter 595

Shards were scattered across the floor after Charlie threw the vase on the floor, but his anger did not subside in the slightest.

"So what if he's the chairman of Lynch Group? Does that make him superior?" He cursed into the empty room, his face dark with fury. "At the end of the day, he's just a man with no wife or child to call his own! Who does he think he is? If I don't get back at him, I'll eat my hat!"

His cursing went on and on.

A full ten minutes passed before he finally stopped.

Only after most of his anger had burned off did Winston step forward and try to calm him down.

"Please, sir, calm down."

Charlie could not calm down at all.

The second he thought about how Nathan had not given him the slightest bit of deference in front of Maxwell, the anger in his chest flared up again.

He could let it slide when Nathan looked down on him and targeted him earlier. But to think Nathan would act so high and mighty in front of him right now... He was still the head of one of the four major families! What gave Nathan the right to look down on him like that?!

"Find out what weaknesses and soft spots Nathan has," Charlie ordered.

He was determined to make Nathan pay for this.

"So far, we have not found any real weakness." Winston hesitated before continuing. They had been looking into that for years. "If there were one, Anna and Sierra would be it."

Charlie frowned.

The butler tested the waters and asked, "Should we start with Sierra?"

"No." Charlie did not dare take that risk. "If it were just some ordinary squabbling, that would be one thing. But if Sierra gets dragged into something like this, we'll have no ground to stand on when Nathan interferes in the King family's affairs later."

"Then what do we do?" Winston had already run out of ideas.

"Are you sure Mr. Lynch was the one who provoked you first?" Maxwell's expression stayed as cold and indifferent as ever.

Charlie had been about to say of course he was, but then he remembered that Nathan's first words to them had actually been perfectly polite.

Whether it was the way Nathan addressed them or what he said, there had been nothing they could really pin the blame on. He had simply wanted Nathan to feel uncomfortable so badly that he ended up picking apart his words.

The more he thought about it, the worse his mood became.

"Even so, you should have stood on my side as my son."

"I don't involve myself in disputes between those from the older generation, just as you don't involve yourself in squabbles between children," Maxwell said at an unhurried pace. "You're the head of the family. You should understand that."

Charlie understood, of course.

But understanding it was one thing, wanting his son's support was another.