Andrew shrugged. "Quick turnover's a good thing. Think of it like rotating the crown—everyone gets a turn. If the father refuses to cooperate, I have no choice but to put his son on the throne."

Logan glanced over. "Didn't Mason have three sons? Which one are you planning to back?"

Andrew smirked. "Whichever one listens best. Simple as that."

Before long, the car pulled up and everyone stepped out.

They were standing in front of an elementary school.

Logan frowned. "Dylan, why did you bring us here?"

Dylan rushed inside, "You guys wanted to find Mason's son, right? He's here. Wait a second, I'll go get him!"

Soon, a chubby little kid with a superhero backpack and a snot bubble hanging from his nose came walking out with Dylan. Though small, he walked with incredible swagger, waddling like a duck.

Rachel's expression turned stiff. "You've got to be kidding me. This little brat? You're planning to make him head of the Ulrich family?"

Andrew also looked questioningly