Meanwhile, Allen Parker took Mr. Satan to his office. The entire floor was spacious and bright, filled with all kinds of relaxation and entertainment facilities—there was a movie room, a gaming room with the latest computers, and even a private dining area with a fridge packed full of goodies. Satan saw through it immediately. "You set all this up for Olivia, didn't you?" Allen Parker grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge, keeping one for himself and handing the other to Mr. Satan. "Who else? You know I never touch snacks." Mr. Satan chuckled, popped open the beer, and clinked it with Allen's. "Congrats, you finally got what you wanted." "Thanks," Allen Parker said with a faint smile. "By the way, about the Norman family... have you figured out what you're going to do?" Mr. Satan pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head. "My dad and grandma still want me to take over the Norman family business. I’ve refused so many times, but they just won’t give up." Allen Parker replied, "Then why not just take it? That's a massive fortune, and so many people would kill for it. You’re just going to turn it down? Plus, let’s be honest, the Norman family is where it is today mostly because of you. Your dad’s been in the military too long—he’s old-fashioned and not really cut out for business. His wife isn’t exactly sharp either. It’s a good thing if she doesn’t drag the family down. As for your brother and sister, they’re good people, but they’re not ready to handle something this big." Mr. Satan gave a bitter smile. "Yeah, I know all that. But you also know I’m not a Norman by blood, so it wouldn’t be right for me to take over the Norman Group." Allen Parker laughed. "Come on, man, it’s the 21st century! Your dad’s the head of the Norman family now, and he can choose whoever he wants to inherit the business and the fortune. This isn’t some royal throne that only a blood relative can claim. You might not be his biological son, but you’ve done way more for the Norman family than his real son ever has. And let’s not forget, your grandma’s always been crazy about you." "That's exactly what worries me," Mr. Satan said, taking a swig of his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "I was supposed to die in that fire when I was five. The only thing that kept me going was revenge." "But now, Carol and Nathan, and the entire Reed Group, are all under your thumb, right?" "Yeah." Mr. Satan tilted his head back and finished his beer in one go, then set the empty can aside and let out a long breath. "I always planned that once I got my revenge, I’d disappear. I thought I’d just wander off and die somewhere, where no one would find me. But now, I don’t want to die anymore." Allen Parker nodded. "Because now you have Emily." "Yeah, I’ve got Emily, and soon, we’ll have a child. I want to live. I want a peaceful life, with no family feuds, no old grudges, no burdens. I just want to be with Emily and our child, living a simple, happy life. I don’t want Emily to have to deal with the weight of being in the Norman family." Allen Parker chuckled. "That sounds just like you. In any other family, the brothers would be fighting tooth and nail over an inheritance like this. But you and your brother, you guys are something else. Neither of you even wants the damn thing. I don’t even know what to say to that." Mr. Satan asked him, "Got any more beer?" "Yeah, in the fridge. Help yourself." Satan walked over, opened the fridge, and saw there were only a few cans of beer left on the bottom shelf—the rest was packed with juices of all kinds. "I thought Olivia liked to drink beer." "It’s not good for her to drink too much," Allen Parker said. "I’m trying to get her used to juice. It’s better for her health." Mr. Satan shook his head with a smile as he grabbed another can of beer, taking a long drink. "You drink coffee all day but want her to stick to juice? With Olivia’s fiery temper, she’s okay with that?" Allen Parker shrugged. "It’s a work in progress. You waited years, so why can’t I? Olivia’s different from Emily—she’s been spoiled by her parents all her life, so she’s a bit more self-centered. We’ll take it slow, no rush." Mr. Satan nodded. "Listen, man, I need a favor." "What’s up?" "I want to leave." Allen Parker paused mid-drink. "Leave? What do you mean?" Mr. Satan's expression was calm. "I want to drop everything, take Emily, and leave this place. Go somewhere no one knows us, and just live a quiet, ordinary life." Allen Parker’s eyes widened in shock. "You’re willing to give up the Norman family’s fortune? And what, you’re just going to abandon the company you built from the ground up?"Mr. Satan replied, "Nathan’s in prison now. The world doesn’t need Simon anymore. It doesn’t belong to me." "Can you explain that a bit more?" "I’ve already transferred all my shares to Emily. Soon, I’m going to sell my company and hand it over to a new owner. After that, Emily will only have the dividends from the shares in her account. I’m cutting ties with my past for good." Allen Parker listened, then stayed silent for a long time, deep in thought. He knew Mr. Satan well enough to know that once he made a decision, there was no turning back. If he was saying this, then he was dead set on doing it. "When are you planning to leave?" "Before Emily gives birth," Mr. Satan said. "There’s already a buyer interested in my company. If we can close the deal, we should be signing the contract soon. Emily’s due in three months, so I need to get everything in order before then." Allen Parker frowned, still worried. "Is this buyer reliable?" "It’s a big foreign conglomerate. They’re looking to break into the U.S. market, and they need an established company. My company has been involved in a lot of different sectors over the years, so no matter which direction they want to take, this company has the resources and foundation they need. It’s the perfect fit for them." Allen Parker gritted his teeth. "So, all those crazy investments you made over the past few years were just to prepare for this sale?" "Yep." Mr. Satan nodded. "Ever since I met Emily, I’ve been getting ready. I diversified into so many areas just to give potential buyers more options. The broader the appeal, the quicker the sale. I want out, and I want it fast."