Luke's expression turned murderous.
Bang!
His fists slammed onto the desk.
"Have you lost your mind?" he thundered. The veins on his neck bulged as he glared at Dominic. "Max is my son. My favorite son."
His voice dripped with fury. "He is the most capable among all my children. Making him my successor was my decision."
Luke's eyes burned with rage. "How dare you suggest I remove him?"
Without warning, he yanked open a drawer and pulled out a gun.
The barrel pointed directly at Dominic's forehead.
"I could kill you for saying that."
The room instantly turned tense. Yet Dominic remained completely still. His expression didn't change.
There wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes.
"I'm only thinking about the company's future." His voice remained steady despite the weapon aimed at him. "If you refuse to disown him, the situation will only worsen."
Luke's grip tightened around the gun.
