Irvin suddenly sat up and looked at Donald. "Mr. Ford, do you want it? I'll lower the price and just sell it to you!"

Donald waved his hands frantically. "I can't afford it! I can't afford it!"

Irvin chuckled softly. Realizing he couldn’t extract any valuable information from Sonnex Corp., Donald exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving with his secretary.

Seeing them off, Keith scratched his head. "What on earth did Donald do to anger Uncle Eric so much? Was it really necessary?"

Irvin smiled. "Who cares? You should prepare on your end. Sylvia will probably take further action soon. Be ready to take over those projects."

He had an accurate eye for people, just like when he first assessed Eric years ago.

Still puzzled, Keith asked, "Dad, if we take on those projects, we’ll need to pour a lot of money into them. In the end, we’re bound to lose. Can Uncle Eric really put up that much money?"

Irvin lit a cigarette and replied, "You underestimate him. That amount is nothing—