Chapter 82: Games of Inheritance

The morning sun streamed through the large windows of the estate’s library, casting a warm glow over the mahogany bookshelves and the plush, deep-red furniture. William sat on one of the high-backed chairs, his thoughts swirling as he contemplated the conversation he needed to have with Marcus. He took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and dialed his brother’s number. The phone rang a few times before Marcus answered, his voice dripping with his usual sarcasm. “Well, well, if it isn’t my dear brother William. To what I owe the pleasure I’m actually surprised that you still have my number.” “Marcus, we need to talk. Can you meet me in the library?” William’s tone was firm, leaving no room for evasion. “Ah, a formal meeting in the library. Sounds serious,” Marcus replied, his voice laced with mock seriousness. “Should I bring a notepad and pen?” “Just get here, Marcus. It’s important,” William said, not rising to the bait. “Alright, alright. Keep your hair on. I’ll be there in a