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    Spotting the plush leather couch, he sank into it, dering, “This is my son’s house, my daughter’s house; why can’t I live here?”


    d in rumpled attire with an arrogant demeanor, he bore no resemnce to the polished CEO of the Barrett Group he had once been. Ruby, repulsed, saw him as no better than a beggar. Her disgust was palpable as she tugged at him, shouting, “Get out, Alec! Don’t ruin my furniture!”


    Alec, physically stronger, pushed her aside and sprawled defiantly on the couch. “You won’t be able to kick me out! My kids live here; I belong here!”


    “You’re despicable! I’ve never met anyone so shameless!” Ruby eximed, her anger surging. She reached for her phone to call the authorities, but Alec swatted it from her grip. It fell to the floor, and the screen broke.


    “What are you doing?” Ruby shrieked, her voice breaking with fury. Unfazed, Alec turned to Isabe. “Isabe, you’re my daughter. When you first joined the Barrett family, didn’t I treat you kindly? You can’t turn your back on me now. I know you’re a good daughter; you’ll look after me, right?”


    Isabe was dumbfounded. Truthfully, when she had first arrived at the Barrett family, Alec had indeed treated her well, even ousting Brenna for her.


    But the Alec she liked was the affluent one, not this insolent freeloader. She said, “Dad, you and Mom are divorced. It’s not right for you to stay here. Please go; don’t make this difficult for me.”


    Alec scoffed, “So I raised you for nothing? Do you know how much I spent on you before?”


    Isabe was stunned that Alec would dredge up the past now.


    “You did that of your own ord! And now, you want to hold it against her?” Ruby, seething, pointed at him. “I can’t believe how shameless you’ve be.”


    “I wasn’t talking to you! Be quiet. You haven’t worked a day in years; I provided for you! You livedfortably because of me. And now that I’m struggling, you want to abandon me? No chance. Repay every penny I spent on you, and I’ll leave. Until then, I’m not leaving.”


    Left with no choice, Isabe dialed Mack.


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    “Dad hase home and won’t leave. What do I do? Come home soon.”


    Mack held a mid-level management position at the Wagner Group. His performance at work was decent.


    The situation infuriated him. “He and L showed no mercy when they tossed us out back then. Now that we’re seeding, he thinks he can just waltz back into our lives? No way!”


    “Mom said the same thing, but he’s refusing to budge,” Isabe replied.


    “Hold on. I’ll get in touch with neighborhood security to have him removed. I am tied up at work and can’t leave right now,” Mack said.


    “All right,” Isabe said before hanging up.


    Alec, unbothered by Isabe’s attempt to summon help,id out his terms bluntly. “I provided for your mother, your brother, and you before. I’m not asking for the world; just hand over a hundred million, and I’ll vanish from your lives forever. If not, I won’t leave.”


    Within minutes, the neighborhood’s security team showed up. This was a luxury area, known for its top-notch management, and the guards had a reputation for fast, no-nonsense responses.


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