"Who is it?" Su Chenhao also wanted to know what was going on. He had heard Qiao Xiaoni say that when they met in their previous life, his face was covered by a mask and he must have been disfigured.
The younger brother has never made a public appearance, and there has been no news from the outside world, which is very unusual.
Fu Jialin: "According to the family lineage, he is my cousin's son, Fu Dong. He has been living abroad for many years, and I have only met him twice since he came of age."
The two companies have business dealings, and their profits have always been clearly defined; in theory, there shouldn't be any conflict.
Su Chenhao: "If he did this, then what he wants is not just a little bit of profit, but the entire Fu family's assets."
“This…” Fu Jialin hesitated; he hadn’t considered this possibility. When Fu Ru was sent here, his first thought was to get her into school, thus resolving the crisis.
Thinking about this, he shouldn't have sent Fu Ru back.
Qiao Xiaoni: "Grandpa, in order not to alert the enemy, let's start by investigating from this angle. We don't want to wrong anyone, but we also don't want to be harmed."
“You’re right, kid.” Fu Jialin finally made up his mind to investigate and look into everything that had happened before.
If this is true, it's truly terrifying. Fu Dong didn't just want the management rights; he wanted all the assets.
What right does someone with no blood relation have?
In reality, Fu Dong's biological father was not a member of the Fu family; he was merely an adopted child.
Back then, the old man divided his estate fairly before his death, without favoring him. At least, that's how he saw it.
Although the brothers' relationship wasn't great, it was still acceptable, and they hadn't had any major conflicts over the years. Furthermore, the fact that the other brother passed away relatively young meant that any lingering resentment was carried to the grave. He had fundamentally accepted that Fu Dong was a member of the Fu family. He had once harbored the idea of handing the entire Fu family over to Fu Dong.
Later, as he got older, he gradually gave up on that idea, after all, he wasn't a member of the Fu family by blood.
"We've caught him." Butler Fu rushed in, his face covered in sweat. If he hadn't found the person, he would have had to atone with his death.
After all, he was in charge of everything at home, and things had been peaceful before, so he hadn't paid any attention to the kitchen.
"Bring them in, and while you're at it, book a table at a restaurant outside and have it delivered quickly." Fu Jialin gave the instructions and then sat back down.
"Yes!" Butler Fu turned and left to make the arrangements.
Soon a slightly overweight person dressed in white was brought in, his face bruised and swollen, probably from struggling to escape and being beaten into a pulp.
"Old He, I've treated you well. You've been with my family for so many years, and I've given you several raises. I even found you a matchmaker when you didn't have a wife, helping you settle down and start a family. I think I've done more than enough. Why did you betray me?" Fu Jialin was truly angry. Being betrayed by someone you trusted was a feeling that only those who had experienced it could understand.
"You're good to me? So what?" Chef He glared at the old man in front of him and said, "If it weren't for the fact that you're still alive, everything in this house would have been mine long ago."
"What do you mean by that?" Fu Jialin stood up, leaning on his cane. "This place is not for you no matter what. Where did you get this idea from?"
He sighed inwardly, thinking that people's greed was insatiable, and wondered if he had been too kind to these people.
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