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

The next day.

At the Linklater residence.

morning, "Robbie is trapped; the old man has brought someone

focus to Hunter alone, including his

the gathered info to

Matthew, "Make the

Downstairs.

head to head, sitting at a low table preparing the invitations

families and the Perez side, there were

stacked beside

walked over, seeing them frantic over writing names, feeling

felt

isn't the wedding a bit away?

list of names, nearly snapped at Vivienne's nonchalant

can you say it's far? Have you even

Vivienne: "The 12th."

"Your wedding is

to be at the end of the

can't just change the date. When we picked it, your mom and I made sure it was a good day

Vivienne fell silent.

it was this month, forgetting to ask

Wolf was just 6 days

us to write. You and Percival need to do yours too. Don't

your master and

just delegate all

Percival, he seemed to be finalizing the venue's

she realized how cumbersome wedding

invitations personally written by them. Now it was

"Vivienne?"

on the phone, Vivienne said, "Mr. Wolf, I just found out when our wedding is. Is it too

"Really?"

blinked, "And

you the list of invitees, and once you confirm, I'll

"Okay."

Vivienne immediately received Percival's list

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