?<strong>Chapter 383:</strong>


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    Back in the day, everything belonged to Gianna, Ken’s mother. But after her death, Brook not only seized 30% of the shares but also had the audacity to elevate his mistress publicly.


    If it weren’t for Ken’s undeniable skill, his father would’ve swallowed him whole long ago.


    Ken had been ying the long game, biding his time to take back all his mother’s shares.


    Hoyt, on the other hand, had spent years living recklessly, serving as the perfect contrast to Ken’s level-headed demeanor.


    Now that Ken had finally moved against Hoyt, it signaled something deeper.


    Ferdinand grinned, saying, “Your scumbag father must be losing his mind right about now.”


    Ken’s voice was t, void of any emotion. “Letting him live is more than he deserves.”


    As he spoke, Ken slowly tightened his grip, the ck leather gloves creaking as his fingers tensed.


    His cold demeanor made Ferdinand think of the art exhibition he visited, where he saw a medieval knight, gloves on, sword in hand, ready to strike.


    Ken was untouchable, a force no one could intimidate.


    “Tsk, you should’ve seen Hoyt at the hospital, screaming like a pig. Quite the spectacle,” Ferdinand chuckled, recalling the scene.


    But Ken’s expression remained unmoved, as if Hoyt were nothing more than a trivial insect.


    “When’s the race?” Ken asked, abruptly changing the subject.


    “In about half an hour,” Ferdinand replied, ncing at the slip in Ken’s hand.


    “Thepetition in Group B isughable. But there’s a new face today, a girl.”


    Ferdinand rested his chin on his hand, recalling, “Purple eyes. They could be colored contacts. She caused a bit of a scene earlier. Fiery attitude, but who knows if she can actually drive.”


    “It’s irrelevant,” Ken said indifferently.


    He never treated anyone, not even his closest friends, with special consideration. “She’ll lose,” Ken stated calmly.


    Ferdinand was briefly at a loss for words, letting out an exaggerated sigh.


    “You know, you never show this stone-cold side when you’re with Ms. rke. You dote on her all day, but after everything I’ve done for you, I get no thanks at all!” Despite years of friendship, the difference in how Ken treated him versus Allison was ring. It was, without a doubt, a case of dropping old friends for a woman.


    Ken’s response came cold and calcted. “If multimillion-dor projects don’t count as help, feel free to cancel the contract with Charisma Company.”


    At those words, Ferdinand’s grin returned in an instant. “I was only messing with you! Besides, men don’t need emotional hand-holding.”


    He straightened his mask, shifting the conversation. “Anyway, it’s time I make myself scarce. I’m too high-profile, and a physique like mine doesn’t hide easily, even with this mask.”


    Ferdinand waved at Ken and motioned toward the exit. “From here, it’s up to you. I’ll go stir things up to demoralize them so they don’t have the mindset to focus on you.”


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