"Please keep a close eye on her movements."
"Okay, I'm on it." Gareth picked up the documents on the table, stood up and walked out of the meeting room.
Franklin walked to the transparent blinds, looking down at the hustle and bustle of the high-rise building from a high vantage point, thoughtful lights flashing in his cold eyes.
***
A few yards away from view, a mordern-style villa building stands in a vast green landscape. Its simple and elegant facade, romantic and solemn inner courtyard structure, and circular forest and water system are in harmony with nature.
The gorgeous and unique design of the landscape was thing of utmost serenity.
The silver-white Lamborghini drove into the cast aluminum courtyard gate of the villa, and the butler, who had been waiting outside the gate for a long time, went to open the car door himself. He bowed his head respectfully and said. "Welcome, master."
"Hmm." The man replied in a voice as mellow as aged wine answered casually, and then got out of the car.
If he didn't have to come here, he would never want to step into this so-called home. He had a sarcastic smile on his lips. His father must have something else to ask him to do when he asked him to come back this time.
Lightly, he walked along the blue brick path and entered the main hall of the villa on the first floor.
As soon as he entered through the door, what caught his eyes was the magnificent living room, the dazzling crystal chandelier, the precious carpet on the floor, and the gorgeous decorations and floral arrangements throughout the hall.
It never ceased to amaze him. It was a carefully decorated home without any warmth, meaning that no matter how luxurious the decoration was, it was just for show.
His dark eyes became even darker when they touched the person sitting on the European-style solid wood and fabric sofa.
The man had half-white hair, a weather-beaten face, and two deep-set eyes, deep and bright, looking straight at Franklin. He was wearing a round dark blue long-sleeved Stuart Hughes suit, and his neat attire exuded great majesty. This man was Younes Larson, the founder of Larsons Group.
"Are you finally willing to return to this home?!" He asked in a resounding and powerful voice, his sharp black eyes radiating a dark and incomparable energy.
He had asked someone to call his good but stubborn son back half a month ago, but he didn't take his instructions to heart at all. It seemed to him that the his son, who thought himself a bird with strong wings, wanted to fly alone.
In response to his father's insinuation, Franklin walked over to the sofa without any ripples and sat down, "Why did you call me back, dad?"
"Why, did I call you back? You mean I can't I call you back even if nothing happens?" Franklin's answer made Younes a little angry. Since when did it become so difficult for father and son to meet?
"Tomorrow, your aunt will bring Lucille home, so I want you to stay home tonight so you can meet them when they arrive."
"I'm not meeting anybody. I've told you, dad, I won't marry into the Henderson family." Franklin refused without mincing words. Although he had no say over his birth and marriage, no one could influence his love life. Even his biological father couldn't do that. He would never trade his lifelong happiness for profit.
"What's wrong with Lucille? She was brought up well, and has been receiving good education since her childhood. She is in charge of the largest conglomerate in California. Marrying her is equivalent to taking over the Henderson family. It is much better than marrying a woman who is only beautiful but has bad intentions." He has always disliked women who sell their bodies for wealth.
"So what if she has higher education? She is very unruly and aggressive. Do you want me to be miserable in my marriage? She is lucky to be born in a rich family where she can use financial resources to get whatever she wants. How can she compare with those who rely on their own efforts to get what they want?"
"Enough!" Younes, who was outmaneuvered, was annoyed. "Now that you've become a little powerful, you're willing to disobey my words? Don't forget that everything you have is given to you by me. I can easily take them back."He used threatening words just to make Franklin agree to the matter, but he knew his son was very stubborn.
Franklin looked at his father, and smirked. "Father, you can take them back. Then, I'll have some free time for myself."
Franklin was sure that his father would not do this. He was the one who expanded the majority of their international market, so he would not be so unreasonable as to lay him off.
"Do you think I have no other choice? Anyway, your uncle and I have decided to bring Lucille into our family as your wife. So, you have no right to refuse. Today, I call you here to inform you, not to discuss it with you."
Younes's face turned cold as he spoke. He stood up, walked up the marble steps leading to the second floor, and disappeared out of sight.
Franklin sat alone with his eyes closed,but his expression was unable to hide his sadness. Why did his father always use extreme means to force him to do things he didn't want to do?
It was like this when he was a child, and it was still like this when he was all grown up now.