In response to Beuford's conclusion, Alexis snapped, “What do you know with those eyes of yours? How can you claim it's a forgery? You're merely Mitchel's pawn in this charade!"

Yet, Beuford remained unruffled, advising Mitchel, “Let's compare this letter with known samples of Mr. Kyler Dixon's handwriting."

Following Mitchel's directions, both the questioned letter and authentic samples of Kyler's handwriting were projected for all to see.

Alexis, scrutinizing the comparison and finding the forgeries indistinguishable to the untrained eye, gloated. “See, even you must admit your mistake. They're perfectly matched."

Alexis had invested heavily in the forgery, confident in the forger's promise of an undetectable imitation. And indeed, at first glance, the duplication seemed flawless, leaving the shareholders in a state of confusion.

The question hung in the air. Could this truly be a fake, when it mirrored Kyler's handwriting so precisely?

Beuford gently touched his beard, "Its exact likeness is the reason I declared it fake."

Alexis responded, “Keep making things up. I can't wait to see how you will twist this story!"

"Mr. Kyler Dixon wrote the manuscript, copying his grandfather's handwriting. He even added a handwritten note at the end to say it's an imitation. But you, in your careless attempt at forgery, didn't even bother to look at the last page. You just picked out bits and pieces to replicate." Beuford flipped to the final page, announcing, "Here lies the genuine work of Mr. Kyler Dixon!"

Kyler's genuine signature radiated a commanding presence. It was vastly superior from what had been presented before.

Alexis was speechless. He never expected his scheme would come back to bite him with a copy made by Kyler himself. He muttered in disbelief, "This can't be!"

"Mr. Alexis Dixon, being Mr. Kyler Dixon's son, it's shocking that you fail to recognize your own father's script after all these years!"

Beuford's face was stern, as cold as the timeless forests on a mountain peak. "What a disappointment you are."

Alexis' failure as a son was evident, explaining Kyler's preference for Mitchel and sending Alexis overseas. Without integrity, a man could not stand proud. Kyler's discerning eye had spotted Alexis’ shortcomings.

“This can't be!" In a fit of anger, Alexis charged at Beuford, choking the latter while shouting, "You cunning old man! You're after me, aren't you?"

Alexis had completely lost his bearings. With his good name ruined, he had nothing left.

Without wasting a second, Mitchel jumped in, shoving Alexis aside with all his might.

Alexis fell to the floor, groaning in pain.

“Did you catch that?" Alexis growled at his guard, who had failed to act.

Alexis’ bodyguard nodded, quickly concealing his phone.