Chapter 1600

Morell forced himself to calm down. Garreth was right. He needed to finalize the sale of Chavelle Wheat. The rest of the family issues could wait. But when Morell heard that Garreth wanted to sell it to the foreign buyers, he frowned deeply. "Garreth, don't make stuff up again. I've grown Chavelle Wheat for years, and not a single domestic company made an offer. You're telling me foreigners want to buy it?" Garreth grew irritated. "Dad, who's making stuff up now? This is real! They're offering a hundred million! A hundred million!" Morell shook his head. "Monty said ten million. Kinsey said 50 million. Now, you're saying 100 million. I never thought you three could be this greedy, each one worse than the last." At that point, he felt he had to lay it all out. If they delayed selling Chavelle Wheat any longer, they might not even get ten thousand for it. Worse yet, what concerned him most was the risk of losing Chavelle Wheat's legacy. Even though only a few dozen generations were