Alex Rockefeller quickly intercepted and grabbed Bill by the hand mid-air.
He glared and sneered. âOld fool, enjoy the last days of standing up. Your happy days are numbered.â
Earlier, he observed Bill Rockefeller having a serious case of blocked arteries in his brain. It wouldnât
be long before he would suffer a stroke and become bedridden.
To say Bill was mad was an understatement. He left in a rage.
Gavin Cole sighed, âI have no idea why he is in such a bad mood. You all are a family, arenât you?
Donât worry, Brittany. Iâll talk to him.â
Brittany remained silent.
Brittany and Alex wanted to meet Bill to find out his sentiment, but the response was even worse than
expected.
Bill did not take the death of William Rockefeller seriously. His attitude toward Brittany and Alex was
atrocious. The truth did not matter. All he wanted was for them to leave the Rockefeller family, like trash
being swept out of the house.
It started drizzling when they left Cole Residence.
The autumn weather was slightly chilly.
âMother, are you telling the truth when you said that you have evidence of Johnâs corrupt practices?â
asked Alex after they got into their car.
Brittany shook her head. âIt has been more than half a year. Even if they existed at one point, there is
none left now. Plus, John is now legally Rockefeller Groupâs owner. He has access to large networks.
Hence there is no way we can fight him head-on, given how weak we are. We have to bide our time.â
âThat is a lot of work!â Alex remarked.
With the Thousand Miles Conglomerate behind his back, he needed at most a few days to destroy
Rockefeller Group.
There were also specific tactics to be used to coerce members of the Rockefeller family.
However, this would definitely expose the ties between Thousand Miles Conglomerate and Alex.
That was unthinkable!
Mostly since Lord Lex Gunther was the victim of the attempted murder, Alex knew he had to tread
much more carefully.
âIt is pretty manageable, to tell the truth. Rockefeller Group was started by your father and me years
ago. Do you remember the basis for our success and growth?â asked Brittany.
After giving it some thought, Alex replied, âThe Bounty Acne Cream?â
Brittany nodded. âThatâs right, Bounty Acne Cream. Or more accurately, its secret formula. Every other
product manufactured by Rockefeller Group is designed as a complement to the cream. Years ago,
your father obtained the secret formula by chance, which spurred Rockefeller Groupâs rapid growth.
Before the accident, we managed to refine the current formula, giving it better efficacy. I have the
updated formula with me.â
Alex winked. âWhich means that we could seize Rockefeller Groupâs market share just by releasing
improved products?â
âThatâs right. Of course, there are a lot of details involved. I will get to it.â
Alex chose to remain silent as he listened.
His mother was once a capable businesswoman. She needed something to focus her attention on
before she went insane, thinking about his deceased father everyday.
Bill returned home in a fury. Throwing a tantrum around, he smashed a beautiful set of jade teapots.
John Rockefeller hurriedly asked in astonishment, âFather, what happened?â
Bill replied angrily, âItâs Brittany, that good-for-nothing woman. She is alive! And came to interrogate me!
I thought you said she was never going to regain consciousness?â