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“If Patricia Miller can make him happy, even temporarily, then let him keep her around.

That remark was deeply etched in Benjamin’s mind as he sighed, recalling what Penny had told him the night before. Penny had stayed all night, looking after Zoren until he stabilized, only going home at dawn.

Slowly, Benjamin peeked over his shoulder, catching Zoren staring out the window. Another deep exhale slipped past him before he turned his eyes back to the windshield.

While staring ahead, a thought crossed his mind. I should inform Mark about the situation. I don’t understand why they haven’t returned, but they’ve got to return now.”

A glint flickered across Benjamin’s eyes as a look of determination settled on his face.

This couldn’t continue like this.

Even though Penny was already on it, Benjamin felt how unfair the situation was. Not to mention, he was sick of himself for badmouthing someone who had proven to be nothing but a good person. On top of that, he felt guilty for keeping Zoren in the dark.

[Pierson’s Corporation]

When Dean stepped out of the car, he paused, turning his head to look at the other car ahead of his. Stepping out of that car was none other than Zoren.

“Good morning, Uncle,” Dean greeted with a smile, watching as Zoren slowly shifted his eyes to him. “It looks like you’re in a good mood.”

Zoren didn’t respond and simply marched toward the entrance. Dean matched his pace until the two of them were walking side by side. As they entered, employees in the lobby stopped and slightly tilted their heads down at the two important figures of the company.

Dean glanced over his shoulder, ignoring the grim look on Benjamin’s face and focusing on the bodyguards trailing behind them.

“Miss Penelope seems to have sent you some reliable people, he remarked with a chuckle. “They all look interesting, Uncle.”

“Do they?”

Dean raised his brows, studying his uncle’s profile. “The next board meeting is coming up, and I heard my other uncles are preparing something big

Upon hearing that, the corner of Zoren’s lips curled up as a short, dry chuckle escaped him. Dean, on the other hand, grinned as he coolly cocked his head back.

“I heard from another uncle that your medical team rushed to your place last night, Dean sald meaningfully.

De careful, Uncle. You might be able to defend your seat at the next board meeting, but it might be harder at the family meeting.“”

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strode off, Zoren paused, momentarily gazing at his nephew’s retreating figure.

“That prick…” Benjamin seethed, eyes burning. “How dare he spew such threats so early in the morning?!”

The corner of Zoren’s lips curled up as he resumed his steps. “Let him be, Ben: A glint flickered. In his eyes. “Watching them try day after day is always interesting?

Dean casually walked into his office, his assistant following closely behind. When he sat down behind his desk, he noticed a stack of files on the table.

“What are these?” he asked, lifting his eyes to his assistant.

The assistant adjusted her glasses before responding emotionlessly, “Mr. Finn sent them this morning. He said they’re the ones you asked for, plus a little bonus a gift he added in.”

“I see.” Dean nodded and waved dismissively. “You may go.”

The assistant lowered her head and, without making a sound, left the room. Unlike Benjamin, who often made a fuss, Dean’s assistant was the complete opposite. She only spoke when necessary, answered when asked, and followed orders without question.

As soon as the door closed behind his assistant, Dean picked up the file and leaned back in his chair. The moment he opened the folder, he quickly realized it was yet another medical record of none other than Zoren Pierson. Having trained under Professor Singh, Dean had no problem reading the medical record as if it were a simple document.

“Huh?” Deep lines appeared between his brows as he reached the new entries in Zoren’s medical record.

Zoren regularly underwent general check–ups, and being tested in every conceivable way was already a routine for his uncle.

“But an eye check?” he whispered, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “What’s wrong with his eyes?”

Curious, Dean continued reading. The record noted a routine eye check as part of Zoren’s regular exams. However, Dean wasn’t foolish enough to believe this was just a simple routine. After all, those maintaining Zoren’s medical records often kept details vague, as many were interested in them and many wanted to get their hands on them.

“Something’s wrong with him,” he whispered, slowly putting down the document, deep in thought. “And even earlier, his pupils were abnormally dilated… like how our eyes dilate in the dark

After a prolonged silence, the corner of Dean’s lips curled into a crafty smirk.

He had an idea, but he needed to confirm it.

“What an interesting discovery,” he whispered, nodding approvingly. “Finn might not have figured out why Penny chose to involve herself in this family, but this is enough.”

Dean tossed the document onto the seat beside him and leaned back, turning to face the view

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behind him. His smirk stretched into a cunning smile until creases formed at the corners of his eyes.

“Oh, Uncle,” he muttered, chuckling. “What am I going to do with this information?”

A glint flickered in his cunning eyes before loud laughter echoed through the office. Even though he hadn’t yet confirmed his suspicion, he was already ninety–nine percent sure he was

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“Don’t tell me… he trailed off as his laughter subsided. “Don’t tell me he’s slowly going blind? Oh, Uncle. I wonder what I’ll do with this information?”

Would Dean use it against Zoren to undermine his position? After all, if Zoren were blind, how could he lead the family and the company? Or should Dean share this information with his other uncles and watch what they do with it?

“There’s also one more option,‘ he thought, chuckling. Watching him pretend until he can’t anymore. That sounds more interesting and entertaining. Watching him deteriorate while he stubbornly clings to power“>