Chapter 65

"You don't necessarily need Clara Walton to have an heir, you know. There're other ways," Graham Anderson said casually. Ethan Blackwood kept his hands clasped on the table, eyes gradually darkening as he looked at him. "You know how things are with the Blackwood Group. The shares Grandpa's still holding? They matter—a lot," he said slowly, emphasizing each word. That was enough for Graham to get the picture. He was no stranger to the internal workings of the Blackwood family. Arthur Blackwood’s health had taken a turn, and he’d already made a will. Outsiders might not know the details, but Ethan definitely did. "So, Grandpa's basically saying: want the shares, produce an heir. And there’s a deadline?" Graham spelled it out. Ethan gave a small nod, not bothering to deny it. "Well, if that’s the case, then everything kinda makes sense now," Graham admitted. Right now, Ethan had a firm grip on the company. But if he couldn't secure full control of those remaining shares, the lurking shar