Mitchel showed he was much more formidable than Alexis could ever be.

It was a thorough clean-up!

Alexis, fuming with rage and feeling the weight of his guilt, was powerless. The shareholders' stares were almost powerful enough to swallow him whole.

Alexis shot Henley a glance, ready to sneak off, but Mitchel stopped him in his tracks.

Mitchel got straight to the point, asking, "Dad, isn't there something you're leaving out?"

“What are you talking about?" Alexis frowned.

“The letter you claimed to be handwritten by my grandfather."

Alexis’ expression shifted, and with a surge of anger, he shot back, “Kyler's handwriting is known to all. Don't pin this on me!"

“Whether I'm pinning it on you, you know the truth, don't you?"

Mitchel's voice dripped with sarcasm. “I'm just giving you the opportunity to come clean."

"Go and verify it, then. You're just hoping your dad dies, aren't you?" Alexis scowled.

Alexis couldn't stand it any longer. Being set up by Mitchel was humiliating enough, and the fact that he hadn't snapped was a sign of his self-control. He knew he still needed to support Henley and couldn't risk ruining the latter's reputation. Now he was facing such a bold confrontation!

Henley chimed in, "Mitchel, our dad just made some mistakes. Can't you cut him some slack and not fight him on everything? I know you're not fond of me, but I've worked hard for what I've achieved, and it's all been for the good of the company. Shouldn't the company's well-being be our main concern?"

On the surface, Henley was trying to ease the tension between Mitchel and Alexis, but he was actually hinting that Mitchel was being petty and resentful.

Mitchel looked at them with a cold expression. They were clearly ready to fight to the end. He instructed, "Bring Beuford here, please."

At the mention of Beuford, Alexis' face went white.

An elderly gentleman with a distinguished mane of graying hair, adorned in a garment of dark cyan silk, made his entrance with Matteo's assistance.

Alexis’ gaze sharpened upon recognizing the man. It was indeed Beuford, Kyler's personal butler, a figure of unwavering loyalty who had retreated to oversee Kyler's grave at Mount Moriah following Kyler's demise.

Alexis had nearly forgotten Beuford, half-convinced that the latter had passed away due to the years that had slipped by.

Yet, here Beuford stood, very much alive.