Cato had been waiting for this call. When he answered, it was no surprise. "Cato, do you have time now? Come out and meet me," Bob Alter said, afraid that Cato might decline. He added, "Let's talk about Harry's matter." After checking the time, Cato agreed to meet Bob Alter at the Garden Hotel in City S. Two hours later, at midnight, Bob Alter arrived at the Garden Hotel with a cane. The hotel manager was waiting at the door and took him to the top floor. "Please take out your phone, Chairman Alter. We need to search you to make sure no recording devices are brought in," the manager said with a smile. Bob Alter raised an eyebrow, well aware that this was Cato's usual style. However, today, he clearly felt a great humiliation. But what could he do? Cato was the one in power. He didn't even have the qualification to refuse such a search. So, he obediently opened his hands for the manager to conduct the search. After the inspection, he walked into the room. Behind him, his assistant wanted to follow, but the manager stopped him. "The assistant can't come in." The assistant looked at Bob Alter, who sighed in his heart, and said, "Wait for me at the door." "Yes." The office door slowly opened, and Bob Alter walked in alone. As he looked around, he saw his eldest son, Cato Alter, sitting in the center of the office. Even though Bob Alter didn't want to admit it, his eldest son, who had harbored resentment towards him, was truly a noble and imposing figure. Even sitting in a wheelchair, his profile, favored by the moonlight, exuded an air of nobility. Not to mention the temperament displayed in his every move. "Chairman Alter, please sit," Cato spoke faintly, cold and noble. Bob Alter's heart ached as he looked at his eldest son. In a trance, he finally understood. If he wanted to talk about blood relations and father-son relationships with Cato, it would only lead to a quicker death. Bob became more and more helpless as he thought about it. The natural son in front of him, with a height of one meter and eighty, even overshadowed him. He felt that he couldn't find a place to put his old face, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. "Chairman Alter, you invited me out late at night. It shouldn't be just for enjoying the moon, right?" The mocking voice of Cato came, and Bob knew, but it felt eerie no matter how he looked at it.Cold sweat broke out from his back. He loosened his tie and decided to get straight to the point. "Harry is with me." "So what?" "So what?" Bob's pupils suddenly contracted and then enlarged. It took him a long time to regain his composure. "What do you mean by 'so what'?!" His lips trembled with anger. "He holds evidence against you!" "Oh..." Cato's expression remained unchanged, still indifferent. "Have you found it?" "As long as we dig deeper, we will surely find some clues." "If you haven't found it, why are you threatening me?" Cato's ruthless and indifferent mockery continued. "Since that's the case, you should go back first and come back when you have the evidence." "Cato Alter!" Bob tightly gripped the cane, trembling continuously. "I'm your father!" The last sentence were almost gritted out through his teeth, but to Cato, they sounded particularly ironic. "Knowing that this is a futile struggle, why emphasize it repeatedly and bring humiliation upon yourself?" "Shut up!" Completely infuriated, Bob suddenly stood up, his voice hoarse, almost about to fall. He gestured for Luke to support him, but Luke, learning from his boss, stood with his arms crossed, looking down at him like a clown. No one stepped forward to help him. Luke had been with Shawn for so many years, accompanying him through thick and thin. How could he not know the hardships Shawn had endured? There were several times when this old guy sent people to bribe gangsters to kill him. If it weren't for Shawn's good luck, he would have... Thinking of this, Luke's eyes were full of anger.Shawn felt that dirtying his hands with this old guy was beneath him. Let him handle it. He had thick skin and could withstand the stench. Thinking of this, Luke leaned down and asked, "Chairman Alter, are you still not leaving? How much more humiliation do you want to endure?" At this moment, Bob had fallen to the ground in a miserable state, and being treated like this by Luke made him furious, gritting his teeth. Squinting, he spat out, "What kind of person are you? What qualifications do you have to order me?" "Compared to you, who used all means to climb to power, killing his wife and abandoning his son, I am indeed far inferior. What you did back then, naturally, you should understand that someday you will face the consequences." Thinking of this, he took a step forward, pretending to be indifferent as he stepped on Bob's hand. "Take your dirty hands off!" Listening to Bob's roar, Luke's heart was simply delighted. "Cato, is this how you train your dog?" Cato sat upright in his wheelchair, expressionless, watching Bob in a fit of rage, and sneered. "Since you're here, remember this. If you want me to spare the Alter Group, transfer 5% of your shares in the Alter Group to me!" "5%?" Bob was momentarily stunned, and after a while, he shouted helplessly, "You're dreaming!" To relinquish shares would mean giving away the business he had built with his own hands. Cato remained unfazed, waving his hand to dismiss him. He was not in a hurry. Someday, Bob would compromise. "If you think Harry holds evidence against you, go ahead and investigate. Talk to me when you find something." Cato instructed, then ordered Luke to escort him out. Bob had just managed to stand firm, but Luke pushed him back, causing him to stagger again. He stumbled to the door, and his assistant supported him just as he was about to fall."Chairman, what's wrong?" The assistant asked anxiously. In the next moment, Bob's face, already red, turned completely purple. He spat out blood with a ‘wow.’ "Chairman! Chairman!" The assistant was stunned. He hadn't expected his boss to come here to threaten someone and end up risking his own life. "Quick, call an ambulance! Hurry!" At that moment, Luke pushed Cato to the door. He looked at the assistant, who was holding Bob on the ground, and Bob, who had fallen unconscious. "Mr. Tate, should we...?" Okay, Luke's heart softened. If this person died here, Shawn would definitely have to go to the police station to make a statement. Things would get messy. But Luke underestimated his own abilities. He heard Shawn say calmly, "Kick him out, let him figure it out himself." Then he turned his wheelchair and walked back into the office. Following his instructions, Luke returned to the office. Shawn looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the scenery outside. His figure looked desolate, much like the first time Luke had seen him. "Mr. Tate, one day, we will take over the Alter Group." Luke knew very well that with their financial power at DT Investment, they could easily crush the Alter Group now. But Shawn's mother had been buried under the Alter Group in such a cursed manner. They had to consider everything carefully and ensure that Shawn's mother would no longer suffer any harm. He had accompanied Shawn through thick and thin, licking his wounds and blood along the way. They didn't believe in superstitions like gypsy magic, but when it came to Shawn's mother, they had to follow the advice of the gypsy master, ensuring her ashes were properly retrieved and giving her a proper send-off. They never believed in spirits, but on this matter, they had to adhere to the superstitions. Thinking of this, Luke's heart softened. He adjusted his mood and walked towards Shawn. At that moment, Shawn's phone rang. "Shawn, where are you?" Ivy's voice sounded soothingly. Shawn involuntarily closed his eyes, feeling a moment of tranquility deep within."I've finished the meeting. Are there any complications with Grandpa's surgery?" "No, I just suddenly wanted to hear your voice." The sudden confession was not Ivy's usual style. Shawn tightened his grip on the phone and asked in a low voice, "There is a problem with Grandpa's surgery... right?" ***