CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT – FATHER VS SON

Edward surveyed the scene with a triumphant sneer, his eyes boring into Julian's with undisguised contempt. "This is your doing, Julian," he spat, his words laced with venom. "You brought this upon yourself with your foolish ambition." Julian opened his mouth to respond, but Edward held up a hand, cutting him off. "Don't bother pleading your case. The die is cast, and you've lost." His gaze hardened, promising retribution. "And mark my words, son, this is just the beginning. I will crush you, and anyone who dares to stand by your side. The Preston legacy will not be tarnished by the likes of you." Julian felt a cold shiver run down his spine at the barely concealed malice in his father's eyes. This was more than a mere power struggle within the company—it had become deeply personal, a battle of wills between father and son. Clenching his jaw, Julian rose to his feet, his every muscle coiled with defiant fury. "You haven't seen the last of me, Father. This isn't over, not by a long