After who knows how many slaps, Quinton finally exploded in rage. "Stop hitting me! I said fucking stop, dammit! Do you hear me?"

His bloodshot eyes locked onto Kevin with a murderous glare, like he was ready to kill.

Kevin's fury surged right back. "You little bastard! Andy was right—you're a disgraceful, ungrateful son! If he hadn't warned me, I wouldn't have seen your true colors today! Fine! Since you're so stubborn, then let me make it official—starting today, you're no longer the Wrights' heir!"

Panic instantly took over Quinton's face. He dropped the tough act and started begging.

"Dad! No, you can't do this to me! I was just upset—I didn't mean anything by it! You can't do that to me! I'm your firstborn! I'm the rightful heir to the Wrights!"

Kevin gave a cold sneer. "Oh, so now you remember you're the firstborn of the Wrights? Then tell me—if you want to inherit this family, shouldn't you be taking responsibility for its future?"

Quinton pointed at Andrew, yelling f