Chapter 187 Don't You Understand

The living room at the Gates residence, decorated in a classic vintage style, felt oppressively tense. A fine blue-and-white porcelain teacup hit the floor and shattered. Michael shook with anger while gripping his cane. On the tablet in front of him, Sebastian's city-shaking press conference played again and again. That bastard! How dare he! This was Michael's plan for Joseph. If Joseph married Nancy, he could use the Sullivan family's power to secure his place in Gates Corporation and control the Sullivans at the same time. This was supposed to be a perfect plan, killing two birds with one stone, but Sebastian had ruined it. "Go! Bring Joseph here!" Michael shouted at Harold. Joseph stormed in, his face dark with anger. He had seen the news too. His hands were clenched so tightly that the veins bulged. Nancy—the woman he liked and thought he could control—was now Sebastian's fiancee. Why was it always Sebastian? He—Joseph—was the true heir of the Gates family. "Look at wha