The Tycoon Son-in-law

Ch 9

Hearing that, Trent sucked in a sharp breath.

Acquiring Mirage Corporation would cost at least ten million. And the buyer was connected to the late Mr. Knight and Mr. Marc.

What did that mean?

Angel Tower was under the control of the Marc family, and Mirage Corporation’s entire stream of business came from them. Yet everyone in the upper circle knew the truth. The Marcs answered directly to the Knight Group.

Which meant the true power behind Angel Tower had always belonged to the Knights.

Alexander Knight had been the undisputed ruler of that hierarchy.

So if this mysterious buyer had ties to both Knight and Marc, then there was only one possibility.

This person stood frighteningly close to the top.

Trent’s hands trembled, not with fear, but with excitement. His heart pounded wildly as a greedy thought took root. If he impressed the new boss, his future would skyrocket. Wealth, status, influence. It was all within reach now.

He even regretted not abandoning Ace Corporation sooner.

Then his eyes caught sight of Drex standing off to the side.

His face twisted instantly.

“What are you doing here?!” Trent barked. “Get lost!”

Galvin followed his gaze and noticed Nolan behind Drex. His lips curled into a mocking smile.

“Oh, Mr. Hopper,” he said lazily. “Or should I call you Nolly now? Since Ace Corporation is on its last breath.”

He waved a hand dismissively.

“Either way, you should leave immediately. Our new boss will be here for an inspection any moment. If you stay and offend him, you will not like the consequences.”

Nolan stiffened, unease creeping into his chest. He had only followed Drex instinctively.

Before he could speak, Drex said calmly, “I don’t believe that.”

Galvin turned sharply, glaring at him.

“And who do you think you are, interrupting me?” he snapped. “Are you insane?”

Trent chuckled mockingly.

“Don’t bother with him, Mr. Gallagher. He’s just a live-in son-in-law. Useless, shameless, and dependent on his wife’s family. A nobody who occasionally did jobs at Ace Corporation.”

Galvin looked Drex over with disdain.

“So that’s it,” he said coldly. “Two pieces of trash loitering where they don’t belong.”

His voice hardened. “Leave. Now. Or I’ll personally make sure you regret staying.”

He frowned when Drex did not move.

Drex stood there quietly, as if Galvin’s threats were nothing more than background noise.

Galvin despised people like Drex more than anything.

Men who stayed calm. Men who did not flinch. Men who stood still no matter who barked at them.

In Galvin’s eyes, that kind of composure was a privilege, one earned only by money and power. If Drex were wealthy, he could understand it. If Drex held authority, he could tolerate it.

But this man was nothing more than a humiliating live-in son-in-law. A hanger-on living off a rich family. An employee of a dying company.

What right did someone like that have to look so unmoved?

“You’ll regret it if I leave,” Drex said indifferently.

Galvin stared at him for a second before bursting into loud laughter.“What a ridiculous joke.”

The sound had not even fully faded when Galvin’s expression suddenly stiffened.

A man in his forties was striding toward them with steady steps.

It was Kane Marc.

The CEO of Angel Tower.

One of the late Alexander Knight’s most trusted subordinates. A man whose name alone carried weight across Valemont.

Angel Tower belonged to the Marc family, and Kane himself possessed a net worth exceeding a billion. His tall, solid build hinted at years of discipline and combat training. He did not look like someone people dared to offend.

Galvin immediately lowered his head. “You’re here, Mr. Marc.”

Kane gave him a brief glance before speaking in a commanding tone.

“Make preparations. Our new boss has arrived.”

At once, Galvin waved his hand frantically, signaling the people nearby to form two neat lines.

Then he noticed Drex still standing exactly where he was.

Galvin’s temper exploded.

“Are you looking for death?!” he roared. “Get out of the way!”

He lifted his foot, ready to kick Drex aside like trash.

But before he could move another inch, his body froze.

His mind went blank.

Because Kane Marc had stopped in front of Drex.

And then Kane bowed.

“What…” Galvin whispered, his face draining of color.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Easton,” Kane said respectfully. “I am Kane Marc. I look forward to serving under you.”

His expression was sincere, reverent, almost eager.

Kane had followed Alexander Knight for over ten years, just like Aric Pierce so he knew exactly who Drex Easton was.

The son of Alexander Knight.

The rightful successor.

His new master.

Straightening, Kane turned to Galvin and the stunned crowd and spoke clearly.

“From this moment on, Mr. Easton is your new boss.”