Chapter 227:Old favors.

Samuel White's anger had escalated to unprecedented heights. He could scarcely believe that his own grandson, Ethan, had turned against him so brazenly, destroying the family's legacy with his reckless actions. Grey Industries, the empire Samuel had built from the ground up through decades of hard work and sacrifice, now teetered on the brink of ruin. Pacing the length of his opulent office, Samuel's polished shoes clacked against the hardwood floor in a staccato rhythm, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his temples throbbed. With a trembling hand, he snatched up the phone from its cradle and jabbed at the intercom button. "Mr. Bean," he growled into the receiver. "Arrange a video conference immediately. It's time to call in my favors." "Yes, sir," came the meek reply, followed by a soft click as the line went dead. Samuel replaced the phone and sank into the high-backed leather chair behind his desk, drumming his fingers beneath his chin as he awaited the arrival of