Back in the study, Dom opened Shawn's chatbox. They had been friends for four years, probably after attending some official's banquet. There were about a dozen private banquets, everyone adding each other on Whatsapp he couldn't refuse. What Dom disliked the most was this kind of pretentious man like Shawn. It was the 21st century, and someone still demanded that no photos be taken at banquets. If it weren't for the official's promotion at the time, he really wanted to have a fight with him and teach him a lesson about his nasty temper. So, that night, Dom gave Shawn a nickname on it. Pretentious man. Suitable for his status. He quickly dialed Shawn, and on the other side, Shawn saw the incoming call display. Muffled Guy. This was the nickname Shawn gave Dom. Because he couldn't stand Dom's serious and aloof appearance at the banquet. After the banquet, he turned and went straight to the bar to revel, which he considered hypocritical. So, after that banquet, when he saw Dom heading to the bar, he casually gave him the nickname Muffled Guy. "What's the matter?" He pressed the answer key, his voice low. Dom, constantly smiling, chuckled, "When are you going to call me big brother?" Shawn: ... Look, what else can this Muffled Guy be? "Not calling?" Dom could clearly sense that Shawn's breathing became heavier. Dom began to tease again, "Ivy calls me big brother, why don't you? If you don't, I'll show your number to her and tell her that this person is called Cato Alter." "You dare!" Shawn sternly reprimanded, taking quite a while to restrain himself from getting angry again. "Do you know that invading others' privacy is not right?""Privacy?" Dom, who had found Shawn's weakness, was arrogant. "You deceived Ivy; is that privacy? This is blatant deception!" "Don't call her Ivy!" The man on the other end warned. Shawn didn't know why, he felt uncomfortable when Dom, called her Ivy. Ivy wasn't someone he should call! "Don't call her Ivy, then what should I call her?" "You are her brother, so naturally, you should call her sister!" Dom said, "You are her husband, so shouldn't you call me big brother like she does?" The two people from first-tier cities, suddenly, argued childishly over a nickname. Their assistants couldn't stand it and reminded them to get back to the main topic. After Shawn regained his senses, he adjusted his mindset. "Why did you suddenly call me? Is something urgent on Ivy's side?" Dom, no longer teasing him, explained the situation about Harry's family seeking reconciliation. In the end, he said, "Grandpa's idea is that we can handle things in City S on our side. They can't stir up trouble on my turf. As for the City A, can you handle it?" There was uncertainty in his words. A cold and murderous intent flashed through the man's indifferent tone. "Naturally." "Don't blame me for not reminding you; Alter's group won't let you live so comfortably." As soon as the words fell, Shawn abruptly hung up the phone. Had Dom ever been treated like this before? He paced back and forth in the office, filled with anger. "He... how dare he hang up on me?! I'm his wife's brother! I'm his big brother!" Uncle Jim on the side chuckled to death. It was the first time he saw his young master throwing a tantrum. But he laughed in his heart, and on the surface, he could only advise calmly, "Young Master, calm down. For Miss Ivy's sake, let's endure this for now." Dom forcefully drank a glass of water. "Wait until the day his lies are exposed; he'll have a taste of his own poison!"On the other side, Shawn, who had never suffered such grievances, vented his anger in the room. Luke didn't try to comfort him, waiting for his anger to subside before showing him the photos. "Mr. Tate, there's good news." Shawn took the envelope, opened it, and saw a photo inside. A pregnant woman with a huge belly was buying a luxury bag in a high-end store. Beside her, there was a helpless-looking Harry Shawn tossed the photo to his assistant, sneering, "Broke and trying to imitate others, raising a child. This Harry will sooner or later ruin himself." Luke carefully placed the photo back in the envelope, reminding in a low voice, "Isn't our goal precisely to make him ruin himself?" Rubbing his temples lightly, Shawn instructed, "Have Sanders keep a close eye on things. Tomorrow, send someone to secretly protect my wife. Don't let a hair on her head be harmed." If it weren't for Ivy, with Harry's antics, he would have sent someone to tie up this whole family and sent them to Somalia, making sure they could never return. However, he was Ivy's blood relative, and there were things he had to do discreetly to let them sink into the quagmire step by step, unable to extricate themselves. Only by doing so could Ivy and her mother avoid criticism in the future. Yet, this kind of layout had its drawbacks; it would inevitably constrain him in the short term. Dom's recent warning made him well aware of this. It was clear that Dom was implying that he was useless. Well, fine. Endurance was a virtue; he and Dom would eventually have a showdown. "That woman is nine months pregnant, right?" he asked his assistant. "Yes, Mr. Tate, her due date is in half a month." Shawn played with his phone, indifferent. "Ask her if she's willing to give birth tomorrow. If she agrees, I can consider adding one million, ensuring that she, the child, and her family will live without worries for the rest of their lives." "Mr. Tate, she will definitely agree." Luke understood this woman's mindset very well. "If it weren't for you pulling her out of the black market, she would probably have been despised by wealthy men and died miserably by now." "Then let her finish this last thing properly. After it's done, I'll send her away.""Yes!" Luke quickly took care of it. Shawn came to the window, looking through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows towards the Livingston family in the distance. Where there were originally bright lights, now only a few rooms were dimly lit. He watched all the way until the Livingston family's enormous mansion had only one surveillance room still lit. He smiled faintly and drew the curtains. After dealing with Harry's family, he would have to prepare to confess his identity to Ivy. No matter how angry she became, he had to accept it. Shawn had endured too much harm from the Alter family in his early years. His mind was meticulous, and his endurance was formidable. In his eyes, as long as the ultimate result was being happily together with Ivy, he could endure whatever she unleashed on him, however she punished him. Tonight should bring a good dream. On the other side, in the Alter’s residence. "Kneel down!" Bob Alter sat on the main sofa, sternly reprimanding Kevin. "Do you know how much trouble you caused me tonight?" "Dad, what do you mean?" Kevin was quite puzzled. Why was he being punished when it was Tanya who caused trouble tonight? "Tanya is your fiancée, but tonight, your gaze has never left Ivy. Faced with Dom's impolite behavior, you had no power to retaliate. Such cowardly behavior has truly disgraced our Alter family!" "Dad, Kevin has been through a lot over the years. He's been extremely tired these past few days dealing with company matters. It's normal for him to be distracted and not respond to Dom's provocations immediately. Don't scold him; please leave him some dignity," Tanya pleaded. Although Tanya was irritated that Kevin only had eyes for Ivy, seeing him being scolded still made her want to protect him. The Alter’s was the family she had always admired, and Kevin was the person she had always yearned for. It wasn't just because of wealth and power but also because of the genuine love he had for Ivy. "Am I not giving him dignity?" Bob Alter's anger trembled his body. If he didn't give him dignity, he would have confronted the Livingston family by now. Why would he wait until now? Bob Alter was furious, and seeing Kevin still standing in place, his anger surged even higher. "Kneel down!"With a "thud," Kevin bent his knees and knelt in front of Bob Alter. In the kitchen, upstairs, and in the living room, the housekeepers were nervous seeing this scene. While Mr. Alter was strict with the young master, it was usually limited to scolding and lecturing, never like today, ordering him to kneel. For a moment, everyone's uneasy eyes were scattered. Kevin, with a look of humiliation, asked his father, "Dad, are you satisfied now?" Not saying a word was better. As soon as he spoke, Bob Alter angrily picked up his cane and fiercely struck it on his son's shoulder. "How dare you talk back?" Kevin shrank, not answering. A bright red mark appeared instantly on his shoulder, visible through the white suit, shocking to behold. Seeing that everyone was watching, Tanya gave a cold, indifferent look to the servants and scolded, "All of you, leave!" "Yes!" In an instant, the housekeepers scattered like a school of fish out of the vestibule. Unable to bear seeing her beloved man being wronged, Tanya bent down and helped him up. Bob Alter's eyes widened, and he sternly scolded Tanya, "What do you mean? When did the Alter family let an outsider like you speak?" Ignoring his questioning, Tanya turned to Kevin and said, "Kevin, you go rest first. I'll talk to Dad." Kevin carefully looked at his father, the pain in his shoulder making him suck in a breath. "Fine, I'll go first." He bowed and quickly left. "Kevin! Stop right there!" Bob Alter's voice came from behind, but Kevin didn't pay any attention, rushing upstairs without looking back. Seeing his son leave, Bob Alter had nowhere to vent his anger. He couldn't help but pick up his cane, intending to strike Tanya. "Dad! I advise you to calm down!" Tanya completely ignored him, standing still and coldly warning, "You now only have Kevin as a son. The other one is constantly thinking about revenge, trying to take everything back from the Alter family. If you continue to push Kevin away, you'll end up losing your last child too." ***