Chapter 82

Yarrin, Simpson Residence. "Sir? Old Mr. Simpson has already turned in for the night." "Sir..." "Sir!" The housekeeper and security couldn't stop Alex from barging in—he decked one of them with a punch and kept going. "Thanks again for your help this time, Grandpa," Clinton said as he shared tea with Old Mr. Simpson in the living room. Old Mr. Simpson had just pulled some strings to get Clinton out of trouble, so Clinton naturally came by to show his gratitude. Clinton and his mom had been eyeing what should've belonged to Beckett for years. Getting the board's and business partners' backing was key to grabbing more control. Clinton had been under Beckett's thumb for so long, he was willing to do whatever it took to team up with the Simpsons, even if it meant going through the Merritts. "Clinton, you're a good kid. This time, it was Grandpa who asked you for a favor. Sorry for dragging you into this mess," Old Mr. Simpson smiled. "Have dinner here before you go tonight." "Sure, Grandpa