Henley objected, “Why shouldn't I claim what's mine? I share the Dixon blood, and by law, I'm entitled to my share!"

Beuford just smiled, dismissing him. "You still have a lot to learn."

"If you insist on pushing me away, I won't hold back. I'll see you in court..." Henley's words were cut short.

"smack!" Henley felt a stinging slap across his face.

Henley, feeling the sting of humiliation, could hardly believe Alexis slapping him.

A sense of regret washed over Alexis. Yet, he saw no alternative but to take such extreme steps to safeguard his interests, including those abroad.

With a mix of sternness and desperation, Alexis issued an ultimatum, “Leave now and end this foolishness, or I'll renounce you as my offspring!"

The dramatic turn of events left Henley reeling, and in a state of frustration, he made his way to the elevator, leaving Alexis wrestling with a blend of fury and sorrow.

Beuford, ever the pillar of calm, took a moment to remind Alexis of his obligations. "Mr. Alexis Dixon, do not forget the commitment you've made."

Alexis, now somber and showing a rare deference, responded, “I understand. I will handle the situation." This was a stark contrast to his earlier defiance.

Mitchel watched as Alexis grappled with the aftermath, his thoughts deep and unspoken. He then turned to Beuford, offering some hospitality, "Perhaps you'd consider spending a few days in Ardlens? I'd be glad to show you around."

Beuford, pondering momentarily, gently refused, “I must return to my duties by Mr. Kyler Dixon's side."

Mitchel respected his decision without further insistence. Beuford, who had devoted his life to serving Kyler and had no family of his own, cherished his serene existence by Kyler's graveside over the clamor of city life.

As he settled into the car, Beuford broached a subject, "Mr. Mitchel Dixon, does my conversation with Mr. Alexis Dixon not pique your curiosity?"

Mitchel, with a serene acceptance of Beuford's discretion, replied, “If there was something my grandfather intended for me to know, I trust you'd share it. And if not, he had his reasons for keeping it so."

“You're truly remarkable!" Beuford's approval rang out repeatedly, affirming Mitchel's rightful place as Kyler's chosen successor. “Mr. Mitchel Dixon, your restraint from prying into affairs not directly presented to you, alongside your steadfast approach to resolving issues, truly honors Mr. Kyler Dixon's legacy."

As the car Beuford was in started, Mitchel offered his respects with a modest nod. “Beuford, I wish you a safe journey back."

Beuford, with a look of genuine kindness, imparted a parting piece of advice. "Mr. Kyler Dixon always had his reasons. Should you find yourself seeking clarity, a visit to Mount Moriah could prove enlightening."

Mitchel, who made it a point to visit Kyler's resting place yearly, acknowledged Beuford's suggestion with a promise. “I'll remember that, Beuford. And next time, I'll bring along someone my grandfather would be pleased to meet."

"That's a good call," Beuford affirmed with a smile, as he departed.