NovelFastChapter 547
Over the years, Michael had pulled plenty of strings behind the scenes to trip Dylan up, but he was never the
guy leading the charge. Honestly, everyone in the city wanted Dylan gone. He was just too powerful-hogging
most of the pie for himself and expanding Ferguson Corporation across borders, making it bigger than anyone
had dreamed. Of course people hated him for it.
Still, Michael couldn't deny that ever since Dylan took over as heir, the Ferguson family's reputation had
skyrocketed. They were untouchable now, sitting at the top of the social food chain.
Dylan always seemed to do whatever Walter asked, but Michael couldn't help but think his brother had rebellion
written into his bones.
"Dylan, you don't have to get involved with Simon," Michael said, forcing his voice steady. "I'll talk to Dad and
get Simon transferred to a branch office. He won't be back for a year, maybe longer."
Ferguson Corporation had offices everywhere-in every major city, even abroad. As long as Simon was out of
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttown, he wouldn't be able to cause any real trouble.
Dylan set his knife down, a slow, amused smile curving his lips. "Big brother, | never said anything else."
Michael's scalp prickled with anger, his fists tightening at his sides. He was sure now—Lincoln's accident had
been Dylan's doing. And after watching how neatly Dylan cleaned up Eden's mess, leaving Walter with nothing to
pin on him, Michael realized: if Dylan wanted to destroy anyone, it would be effortless.
Don't mess with Dylan.
He bit his lip so hard it hurt, but even tied up, he kept his mouth shut.
Dylan stepped out, pausing to glance at the moon glowing in the night sky, and let out a quiet sigh.
As soon as Dylan was gone, Michael's face turned red with frustration. He immediately called for Ada to come
untie him.
Their marriage used to be passable, but ever since Michael had slept with Ada's older sister, all they did was
fight. At this point, they couldn't even stand to look at each other.
Ada shot him a cold look, settling on the couch and sipping her water.
"Michael, you're pathetic. All you know how to do is sleep around. If it wasn't for the Ferguson name, do you
really think anyone would give you the tof day? What are you even so resentful about? Dylan left you in the
dust a long tago. You can't even protect your own son now. Honestly, | can't believe | married someone this
useless."
Ada had fought her way up from mistress to wife; Michael had been the best she could get. But after years of
watching him chase after one woman after another, even she'd grown a spine. She wasn't the docile girl she
once was.
And that night, she'd seen Simon kill Sonya with her own eyes. Now, she was terrified her son would turn into a
monster too.
With Sonya-the woman she hated most-finally gone, Ada's only dream was to divorce Michael and take her son
far away from this mess.
But every tshe tried to see Walter, he refused to let her in.
Michael's scandals had already blown up once. If she actually divorced him, the whole story would be dragged
out again, and the Ferguson family's nwould be in tatters. There was no way they'd allow it.
Ada knew how the Fergusons worked. With Walter's door closed to her, she turned all her energy on Michael
instead.
Michael might be weak, but he cared desperately about his pride, especially in front of women.
Nothing stung more than being mocked by a woman-especially one who'd once loved him enough to die for him.
Now, every word out of Ada's mouth was like a slap, and Michael was barely holding it together.
"Michael, out of everyone in the Ferguson family, you're the most useless. Do you even know what
those women you sleep with samet
about you? If it wasn't for your money, with those pathetic few minutes in bed, they wouldn't even bother faking
it."
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