In mere seconds, Steve, who was on the other end of the phone, had unleashed a torrent of curses that filled his mind.


    “Damn Charlie Wade! How can he speak to me like that? Does this jerk really see me, Steve Rothschild, as just some lowlife?!” he fumed. “Why can’t you just give me a chance? I won’t Sean; are you out of your damn mind? Do you think I’m just some pathetic dog at your beck and call?!”


    “So what if you’ve made a bet involving my father? Am I supposed to be scared of you?!”


    But then, a wave of anxiety washed over Steve, and he thought, “Damn… I’m really terrified! If my father ends up presiding over my own funeral one day, what will my lifee to?”


    In that moment, a profound sense of despair settled in his heart.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Given his privileged background, Steve had never known emotional richness; from the very start, hecked depth in his feelings.


    Unlike most people, in his over fifty years of life, he had rarely faced true hardship, sorrow, or despair.


    As the saying goes, a man who is well-fed cannotprehend the plight of the hungry.


    Simr to the lords of medieval Europe who enjoyed their power, they would never grasp the anguish of a bachelor forced to sleep alone at the edge of a bed.


    How could he even fathom what it meant to feel hopeless? Yet now, this despair was etched into his very being.


    At this moment, Steve felt like a person who had bartered his soul to the devil. Despite achieving remarkable sess in society, in the eyes of the devil, he was no more than a wretched creature. Once the annual contract expired, the devil could seize everything he possessed at any time.


    But right now, Charlie Wade was that insurmountable devil.


    It wasn’t that Charlie Wade’s overall strength surpassed that of the Rothschild family; the keyy in his ability to maintain a perfect bnce with his father.


    His father depended on him for survival, and as long as his demands weren’t overly harsh, his father would never oppose him.


    He held the upper hand. If he took one step forward, he could use his influence to cover up Sifang Baozhuan’s exit from New York. Allowing his father to destroy him would enable him to keep his position as the prince for the rest of his life.


    How could he turn the tide in this situation?


    Eliminating Charlie Wade?


    That was impossible. This guy was as formidable as a ghost. He had countless opportunities to take me down at Zhou Manor before. What could I possibly do to challenge him now?


    Steve pondered and concluded that Charlie Wade was an insolvable problem for him.


    He was like a mage trapped in a game glitch, able to block the bug while continuously casting powerful spells from a distance. So long as he could contain the bug, no monster, not even the mightiest boss, could reach him.


    In his utter desperation, Steve could only respond submissively, like a beaten grandson: “Mr. Wade, rest assured, I will seize this opportunity! I will do everything in my power to preserve the property left by your grandfather in the United States, and the returns will undoubtedly meet your expectations!”


    Upon hearing Steve’s words, Charlie Wade’s tone softened slightly, and he replied calmly, “Then I’ll observe your performance.”


    With that, Charlie Wade ended the call.<fn7551> For more chapters visit Find~Novel</fn7551>