Griffith Squire's incomparably handsome face showed a hint of contemplation. The internal collapse of the Leclair Family, with both father and son each bearing stains, entangled in lawsuits, and their reputation damaged, this was the perfect time to rise to power.
The man glanced with his charming eyes at Nathan Leclair, the second son of the Leclair Family, who was organizing everyone's orderly departure. With a faint smile, he curled his lips. The second branch of the Leclair Family crushed the first branch in one move, supported by the Yeager Family from behind, successfully rising to power—a brilliant strategy that killed two birds with one stone.
This second son of the Leclair Family, who had returned discreetly, finally made his move; who would have thought he would join forces with Reginald Yeager. Griffith Squire sneered; he indeed couldn't stand Ignatius Leclair's high-and-mighty, pretentious demeanor, but it was still far better than the likes of Reginald Yeager.
