Gaia looked at Remington coldly, his eyes filled with disappointment.
He had known for a long time that his second son wanted to fight for the inheritance. After all, the men under Remington's command had been given to him by Gaia; nothing they did could be hidden from him.
At first, Gaia had been pleased. His son wasn't one to accept fate and wouldn't give up just because his rival was too strong. As long as he maintained that spirit, even if Remington failed to seize the inheritance from Caesar, his achievements would be no less significant.
The Solomon Clan was supposed to maintain that very spirit!
That was how the Solomon Clan had managed to rise from mere commoners to the rank of Viscount!
However, his pleasure didn't last long. Faced with Caesar's increasingly outstanding performance, Remington slowly buckled under the pressure. He started making petty moves and resorting to underhanded tactics.
