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Chapter 338:

At the Mills family estate.

“Is there something urgent my grandfather needs to talk to me about?” Trailing after Bruno, Colton tried to coax out a response.

Despite Colton’s persistent questioning, Bruno just kept that tight-lipped calm, refusing to offer any hint.

Eventually, Colton surrendered to silence, his curiosity bubbling beneath the surface. He managed a cheerful greeting when he stepped through the doorway to his grandfather’s study. “Grandpa, you wanted to see me. What is this about p>

Marcelo was absorbed in painting and did not acknowledge Colton.

Because he knew well not to interrupt his grandfather’s creative spells, Colton chose to stay off to the side, waiting for the old man to finish and place his brush down before stepping closer.

“Grandpa, your painting looks so—” Colton’s compliment stopped when his eyes caught the recipients’ names at the bottom.

The painting was for Wyatt and Amelia.

𝗝оіn о𝗎𝗋 𝗰𝗼m𝗆𝘂ո𝘪𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝘯

Marcelo, paying no mind to Colton’s look of annoyance, motioned toward the document resting on the desk. “Go ahead and see what’s inside p>

It was the document Wyatt had sent.

Colton skimmed the file, and a cloud settled over his expression.

His voice trembled as he looked up, searching for words. “Grandpa, I can explain. Everything I did was for the sake of the Mills Group. It was never p>

“Are you really still telling yourself that? Can you look me in the eye and say this was only for the Mills Group?” Sadness crept into Marcelo’s eyes as he looked at Colton.

Regret washed over him. If only he had known things would unravel this way, he would never have relented and sent Colton back to his parents.

Since birth, Colton had been the pride of the Mills family as their eldest grandson. Marcelo had lived with him, choosing to guide and nurture him personally.

When Colton reached the age of three, his father, Josh Mills, insisted that he come home, spurred on by Lilah’s wishes.

With his eldest son standing firm, Marcelo could only give in. He had no choice but to hand Colton back to his parents, though it pained him to do so.

“Grandpa, who handed you this document? Was it Wyatt?” Colton said.

The mention of Wyatt’s name made a storm brew in his eyes, the resentment in them evident.

That did not escape Marcelo’s notice, and it only deepened his disappointment in Colton.

“Grandpa, Wyatt gave you this just to turn you against me. Please don’t let him manipulate you p>

“That’s enough!” Marcelo’s patience finally snapped.

Had Colton simply admitted everything from the start, none of this would have made him this upset. Thinking of what he had learned, Marcelo fixed his eyes on his grandson and spoke. “You are not suitable to be the CEO of the Mills Group nor the leader of the Mills family p>

“Are you really going to strip me of everything just because Wyatt said a few things to you p>

The warmth and polish that usually colored Colton’s eyes were gone. In their place lingered a frosty, dangerous glint as he stared at his grandfather.

“You think I made this decision because of that young man from the Stewart family?” Before Colton could respond, Marcelo continued, “Colton, at first, I believed you were just scheming. Now, I see you’re not just that; you’re also lacking ability p>

He knew the business world called for ruthless actions. He never blamed Colton for pulling tricks on Wyatt. What stung was seeing that his grandson could not even handle defeat.

At first, he wanted to show Colton the way forward, remembering that he was his eldest grandson. But as he looked at the bitterness in Colton’s eyes, he suddenly lost the urge to guide him.

He said, “You should leave. I’ve already made up my mind about this matter. You p>

Marcelo didn’t even finish speaking before Colton stumbled backward and dropped to his knees, desperation etched across his face.

When he lifted his head, his gaze held nothing but a desperate plea. “I admit I made a mistake. I swear to you, I’ll never be careless again. I’ve devoted years of my life to the Mills Group. Think of those three years you raised me; please, just give me one final chance p>

Colton understood his grandfather all too well, knowing that reminder could soften his heart.

And just as he had expected, a flicker of hesitation crossed Marcelo’s gaze.

Before either of them could speak further, a firm knock echoed against the study door. Bruno’s voice followed from the other side. “Mr. Lennie Mills is here p>

Lennie was Colton’s cousin.

Within Kretol’s social circles, Colton carried the image of a refined gentleman. Lennie, however, was recognized for his reckless and troublesome ways.

Standing up immediately, Colton prepared himself before the door opened.

Into the room sauntered Lennie, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt patterned in bright colors.

The sight of him made Marcelo’s temples throb. “What is it you want p>

“Grandpa, I’m here to tell you I want a place in the Mills Group,” Lennie said.