Chapter 394

The old man’s voice quivered as he attempted to assert authority, "Oliver is right! Charles hasn’t even attended university yet. What you’re proposing is absurd! Besides, I’m still alive. It’s far too early to discuss who will take charge of the Hampton family." He paused, his stern gaze sweeping over the room. "Even if I were to consider such a thing, Oliver would naturally be the one to inherit the responsibility." Eleanor’s face remained composed, though a mocking smile tugged at her lips. She stepped forward, her calm voice slicing through the tension like a blade. "This isn’t up to you." The unexpected strength in her words sent a ripple through the room, silencing every whisper and glare. Even the proud Oliver faltered momentarily, unsure whether to scoff or take her seriously. Eleanor turned her attention to Oliver, her piercing gaze holding his. "You said you have a 9th-grade Elite Medal?" His chest puffed up, and he nodded, his voice dripping with pride. "That’s right. A 9th-g