In the Janzen family, Holden was the one everyone revered.

Only when he returned to his family's old estate could he hold his head high, like a victorious general coming home from battle.

The Janzen estate was a self-built villa complete with a swimming pool, basketball court, garden, and pavilion. While it couldn't compare to the grandeur of the Farrell family mansion, in their hometown, Holden's home was considered a symbol of luxury. Hearing the sound of a car approaching, Holden, who was lounging in the yard enjoying the sun, turned to the nanny caring for him. "Go check who's here. It might be the young masters." The nanny nodded and stepped outside.

Moments later, Holden spotted his three sons walking toward him, one after the other.

His initial reaction was a deep frown, followed by a long sigh. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he felt a familiar pang of disappointment.

In that moment, he finally understood why his late wife had often been impatient and disheartened by their sons. These three were a constant source of worry.

He had repeatedly analyzed their situation, urging them to let go of their obsession with the

their lives in

the New Year, he had accompanied them back to their hometown, hoping

Farrell Group resumed work after

that he spent

had announced that the Farrell family and the Farrell Group would officially be handed over to Liberty after the

Liberty would become the new head

the longstanding feud between their families, Holden knew Liberty would never make life

with Liberty. Her loyalty to him, coupled with the respect she commanded in Wiltspoon, had ensured that Liberty's rise to power went unchallenged.

"Dad."

sons greet him one after another, Holden's expression soured. His face, lined with age, stretched into a scowl as he said, "Shouldn't you three be working? It's the start of a new year-what are you doing here? Or has the Farrell Group suddenly decided

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