Arthur Blackwood almost died of anger, clutching his head, and said, "You’re just a little bastard. If it weren’t for having my surname, do you think you could easily get all this?"
Sebastian Blackwood’s deep eyes grew even darker.
Ha, does he really think he cares about this surname?
"Let me tell you, you’re just your mother, that cheap..."
At this point, Arthur Blackwood caught sight of Sebastian Blackwood’s glance and instinctively shivered, changing his words: "It’s just June Keane’s affair with some stray man outside!"
Arthur Blackwood had never accomplished anything significant in his lifetime, especially compared to Sebastian Blackwood, making him seem utterly useless.
Now, these words at least let him feel a sense of pride.
"You’re not a descendant of the Blackwood family, so there’s no reason for the Blackwood Group to let you take over."
The implication was that he wanted to seize power from Sebastian Blackwood.
Sebastian Blackwood’s pale lips curled into a mocking arc, his cold gaze piercing Arthur Blackwood: "If the Blackwood Group is handed over to you, can you hold it steady?"
The Blackwood Group was an empire he had built single-handedly; besides him, no one could stand firm at its pinnacle.
That is Sebastian Blackwood.
Even if he is not of Blackwood blood, only he can control the Blackwood Group.
Arthur Blackwood’s threats were like a drizzle to him, hardly requiring an umbrella.
Upon saying this, Arthur Blackwood’s face flushed with anger: "You... you..."
He kept repeating the word "you" without completing a sentence.
Old Madam Blackwood frustratedly tapped her cane on the ground.
"This matter is not to be spread outside. Sebastian is my grandson, the heir of the Blackwood family."
Old Madam Blackwood understood the interests involved. Without Sebastian, the Blackwood Group might no longer be the Blackwood Group.
But without the Blackwood Group, Sebastian would still be Sebastian; he had the complete ability to create another business empire of his own; it was just a matter of time.
Hearing this, Arthur Blackwood reluctantly said: "Why, clearly he..."
Old Madam Blackwood glared at him, "Say one more word, and get out."
This bastard son, at over fifty, still didn’t understand reason.
Sebastian Blackwood glanced at Old Madam Blackwood and quietly said, "Understood."
Sebastian Blackwood leaned against the leather seat, his handsome features darkening; internally, he wasn’t as calm as he appeared at the old house.
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His eyes turned cold, his fingers lightly rubbed together; if June Keane were still around, the question wouldn’t be difficult, but the main issue was that she had passed away four years ago.
With a slight snort, Sebastian Blackwood suddenly spoke to Owen Rhodes: "Investigate the blood relationship between Arthur Blackwood and Old Madam Blackwood."
Perhaps the issue wasn’t on his side.
Owen Rhodes was startled upon hearing this.
Master Blackwood was...
But he dared not ask, quickly nodding, "Alright, Master Blackwood."
Meanwhile, at Serenity Gardens.
Ivy Kensington, after letting Ronnie, Ginny, and Cody play together, headed to the Ford family’s residence alone.
The Ford family mansion was decorated festively, adorned with various red stickers and decorations.
Ivy Kensington was taken aback upon entering.
Is there some celebration going on?
"Ivy, you’ve come at the right time. Your father has already set a good wedding date for you and Ethan; it’s next week."