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Chapter 28
Author: Youngblood
last update2025-06-20 16:34:33

The office at the O’Connor Financial Trusts satellite branch was sterile, windowless, and silent—exactly the kind of place Christopher Edmund hated.

And now, it was the place where he was about to beg—to ask whoever gave the order to have Mr. Fredrick own all 43% of the O’Connor’s share at E.M.I.A. to please reconsider and to think things through very well.

For a moment, he couldn’t understand why all of this was happening just a few days after his encounter with Mr. Wheler.

He was confident that Mr. Wheler was not the one behind this because if he had the money to acquire 43% shares of E.M.I.A., he wouldn’t be thinking of setting up his own musical institute. Something was definitely not right and he wished he could tell what it was.

He had arrived unannounced, his usual entourage nowhere in sight. Gone was the power suit, the signature half-smirk he wore like armor. He looked thinner than usual, almost deflated, like a man whose empire had been shaken from its foundation.

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    Chance was in his room playing video games when the official confirmation of Fredrick being the new director of E.M.I.A. popped up in his notification feed.Fredrick Wheler now owned 43% of the Edmund Institute and the board are already proposing a name change to Fredrick’s Music Institute of Advancement (F.M.I.A.).Control had shifted. The vote had been cast. The press releases were already live. Edmund was out. Wheeler was in. He reached down, pulled open the drawer on the left side of his desk, and gently slid the file in beside others—most of them filled with sealed documents, private letters, and dormant power waiting for its time.He closed the drawer with a quiet click.Then leaned back.Raindrops tapped against the glass, and from somewhere beyond the walls of his room, the city moved as it always did—unaware that one of its oldest legacies had just shifted course, not with war… but with a signature.He stood, stretched once, and walked over to the upright piano at the corner

  • Chapter 29

    Mr. Fredrick was not even done asking his question when Christopher Edmund strode in like a storm wrapped in silk; his eyes—red-rimmed and wild—betrayed a man unraveling.“This meeting is a farce!” he barked.Gasps rippled across the room. The trustees and legal aides who’d thought Edmund would quietly bow out now looked uneasily at one another.The truth of the matter was that the board was already looking for a way to replace him due to his pompousness and how he ran the institute like it was his personal thing. He talked to staff with disrespect, made decisions without consulting the board, and always bragged about being unmatched when it comes to music.As if that was not enough, he also took bribes from the elites in the society, accepting their unqualified children and wards into the institute at the expense of the qualified ones just because they didn’t have money to bribe their way into the institute.So when they received the transfer of shares notice from the O’Connor Founda

  • Chapter 28

    The office at the O’Connor Financial Trusts satellite branch was sterile, windowless, and silent—exactly the kind of place Christopher Edmund hated.And now, it was the place where he was about to beg—to ask whoever gave the order to have Mr. Fredrick own all 43% of the O’Connor’s share at E.M.I.A. to please reconsider and to think things through very well.For a moment, he couldn’t understand why all of this was happening just a few days after his encounter with Mr. Wheler. He was confident that Mr. Wheler was not the one behind this because if he had the money to acquire 43% shares of E.M.I.A., he wouldn’t be thinking of setting up his own musical institute. Something was definitely not right and he wished he could tell what it was.He had arrived unannounced, his usual entourage nowhere in sight. Gone was the power suit, the signature half-smirk he wore like armor. He looked thinner than usual, almost deflated, like a man whose empire had been shaken from its foundation.A junior

  • Chapter 27

    Desmond Lakers sat across from Chance, tapping the edge of his fountain pen against his leather-bound notepad, waiting for the final word from Chance regarding the transfer of the 43% of O’Connor’s shares at E.M.I.A. to Mr. Fredrick Wheler.Chance rose from his seat and walked to the window, hands in his pockets, the weight of what he was about to do pressing down—but not enough to stop him.He wasn’t doing this for revenge.He wasn’t doing it for status.He was doing it because people like Christopher Edmund needed to be reminded:True power doesn’t beg to be seen.“I want you to begin preparing the transfer papers,” Chance said finally, without turning around.Desmond looked up. “To Fredrick Wheler?”Chance nodded. “Yes. All 43% of the O’Connor shares. I want Wheler to own them outright, with full voting rights and board leverage.”Desmond leaned forward slightly, brows furrowing. “That’s no small move, Mr. O’Connor. It will make Wheler the controlling shareholder overnight. The boa

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    Chance sat in the private conference suite on the 47th floor of the O’Connor Tower, the file marked E.M.I.A. Holdings—O’Connor Class A open in front of him.He had reread it three times since leaving the vault.But now, he needed confirmation—from the one man who knew more about his father’s affairs than anyone still alive.He had confronted his mother after finding out about the E.M.I.A. and she had told him to meet Attorney Desmond Lakers, as he was the one man who knew about the secret investments that were not labelled among the O’Connor’s investments.Chance had placed a call earlier to Desmond using his mother’s line and they had agreed to meet today.He was still seated waiting in the executive reception area when the door opened with a quiet click and Desmond Lakers walked in.Desmond had sounded a clear warning to his employees that the heir to the O’Connor Empire was coming that morning and everyone should be at their best behavior. The employees, who were expecting to see

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    Chance got home to find his mother reading the newspaper. After what Mr. Wheler told him about his father, he just couldn't wait to ask her why she kept all that a secret from him.“Chance?” Julia called out lightly. "Where are you coming from? You look—"But Chance did not allow her to complete her statement before he began questioning her.“I have a question to ask you, Mother,” he began almost immediately.She turned to him, the smile on her lips fading slightly when she saw his eyes.“What is it, sweetheart?”He reached into his jacket and pulled out the faded photograph Fredrick Wheler had given him. He unfolded it and placed it carefully on the countertop between them.The image of a young Steven O’Connor, seated beside a young Fredrick Wheler, stared up at her.Her hands went still.Her breath caught.“Why,” Chance said quietly, “did you never tell me that my father was a pianist?”Julia blinked. For a moment, she didn’t answer. Her fingers curled slowly around the towel in her

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