"But right now, the most important thing is to find that woman. As for you all, go back and organize the documents from your companies, and hand everything over to me when the time comes."
After finishing his words, Mr. Ross waved his hand dismissively and looked at Adam Ross with a mix of disappointment and frustration.
"I've cultivated you for so long, yet you insist on not taking over the family business. Are you trying to anger me to death, old man?"
Adam Ross pushed Mr. Ross's wheelchair away, responding with a chuckle, "Old man, I've grown accustomed to lazing about. Besides, don't I already have an heir?"
After Mr. Ross and Adam Ross had left the room, everyone in the living room had overheard their conversation.
Those who had harbored doubts now had their suspicions confirmed.
They exchanged glances, smiles on their faces, but their eyes betrayed turbulent undercurrents.
