Chapter 514

The old man frowned slightly. "Is that so?" Finley's legs nearly gave out beneath him. His face turned deathly pale as he stammered, "Y-yes, Grandfather. I go to the office every day... You must have heard wrong." Ever since realizing his chances of becoming the heir were slim, Finley had rarely shown up at the company. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected the old man to suddenly bring this up. His entire body stiffened. Yet a flicker of hope ignited in his chest. Was Grandfather asking because... he still had expectations of him? Was that disappointment he saw in the old man's eyes? Instantly, the embers of Finley's long-dead ambition flared back to life. But then the memory of Grandfather's earlier announcement crashed over him like icy water, dousing that fragile flame. He stared at the old man helplessly, utterly lost. Or was this... Was Grandfather fishing for mistakes, clearing the path for Lambert? The thought made his blood run cold. His face drained of color as he gazed