Chapter 167 Randy Is Awake

The heavy metal gates of the Gates residence slowly creaked shut. Michael stood in the middle of the empty living room, shaking with rage. Without thinking, he grabbed an antique vase from the table and hurled it to the ground, smashing it into pieces. "That son of a bitch! How dare he confine me!" His chest heaved violently, and his face flushed a deep red. In all his life, he had never suffered such utter humiliation—and at the hands of the very grandson he had always looked down on. Sebastian, that lunatic, was really capable of anything. Going head-to-head with him would be suicide. That much was clear. Instead, the priority should be to get Joseph to marry a Sullivan. With the Sullivans' backing, those fence-sitting shareholders on the board would know exactly which side to choose. He turned to Harold, silently standing by, and coldly instructed, "Get in touch with the Sullivan family now. Tell them it's my message. It's time for them to meet." Harold bowed his head respect