Robbie eyed him with suspicion, "You're not gonna fight me for the Wright inheritance?"

Robbie smirked coldly, "What I've always wanted isn't the Wright fortune, but all of you."

Robbie squinted, "What do you mean?"

"Do you know how Dad really died?"

Colin's tone was casual, but Robbie's eyes reddened at his words, "Colin, what are you trying to say?"

Ignoring Robbie's anger, Colin calmly laid out the truth.

"You all think Dad died in a car crash fleeing the pressure from Grandpa, choosing love over the Wright legacy. But what if I told you, Dad actually took his own life!"

Robbie's face went pale, "You're talking nonsense!"

"Dad was driven to his death by your mom, that woman. If it hadn't been for her, Dad wouldn't have died, my mom wouldn't have been driven to suicide, and the entire Wright legacy would have been mine. All of this is on you."

After having enough of Robbie's hysteria, Colin decided not to reveal the whole truth.

Sometimes, the less you know, the more it leads to speculation.

Brushing off nonexistent dust, he planned to leave, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. I came here just to tell you that you think Grandpa can't do without you, but in reality, you're just paving the way for Winston."

"Stop right there!"

Robbie, unwilling to accept this, couldn't believe Grandpa would entrust the vast Wright legacy to a kid, "You're saying Grandpa values Winston more?"

Colin laughed, his gaze cold as it landed on Robbie's incredulous face, a sense of triumph surging within him, "Exactly, but even Winston is just the same."

"In his eyes, we're all just pawns."

Pawns meant to follow orders!

As Colin left the manor, heading back, the butler's voice echoed, "The old man said just to deliver the items and not to meddle in anything else."

Colin slipped behind a wall, watching as several people made their way deeper into the manor.

Their target wasn't Robbie.

a smirk, Colin circumvented them and left

The next day.

At the Linklater residence.

message early in the morning, "Robbie is trapped; the old man has

Hunter alone, including his movements

sending over the gathered info to

texted Matthew, "Make the

Downstairs.

head, sitting at a low table

side, there were just

of invitations stacked beside their

writing names, feeling a sense of

felt

she asked, "Mom, isn't the wedding a bit away?

by the list of names,

it's far? Have you

Vivienne: "The 12th."

"Your wedding is on the

be at the end of

just change the date. When we picked it, your mom and I made sure it was a good

Vivienne fell silent.

month, forgetting to ask

with Mr. Wolf

do yours too. Don't wait till the

and Dorian. You just work on

all these tasks to Mr.

called Percival, he seemed to be finalizing

she realized

sorted in a day, with only the invitations personally written by them. Now it was her turn, and Mr. Wolf

"Vivienne?"

his voice on the phone, Vivienne said, "Mr. Wolf, I just found out when our wedding is. Is it too late?" Percival chuckled softly,

"Really?"

"And the

send you the list of invitees, and once you confirm,

"Okay."

immediately

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