Cato nodded. "Even if I've kept this medical incident from spreading through the media, Dr. Jones has already been taken to the police station. The patient's family is causing a scene. Soon, this scandal will be known to everyone, and Ivy's future will be ruined." Locking his gaze deeply onto Kevin, Cato continued, "Three years ago, that medical incident left Ivy devastated. If it weren't for Professor Smith, she might have disappeared from the medical field. Kevin, do you really love her? I heard you've rebelled against Bob Alter many times for her. I thought you loved her unconditionally. But now, I feel that you don't love her. Otherwise, you wouldn't help outsiders bully her." "Three years ago, you watched her being bullied, and three years later, you're going to watch her be framed again. Is this your evidence of love for her?" "No, it's not!" Kevin covered his face. "I have always loved her. I don't know what happened today. I... I betrayed Ivy. I..." Seeing his mental defenses shattered, Cato seized the opportunity to coax him further. "I want the media companies under the Alter's Group. Just to wait for the truth to be revealed, I will extensively report that Dr. Jones was wrongly accused. After building up public opinion, the harm she suffers won't be as severe. Otherwise, with your father current useless state, you won't be able to persuade him to stop adding insult to injury for Ivy!" "He is your father too. Can you not say he is useless?!" Kevin frowned. Cato couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, Kevin was a weakling who couldn't be helped. At this point, he was still concerned about such things? Seizing the moment, Cato handed him the transfer agreement and continued, "Sign this agreement, and DT Investment will buy 30% of the shares of the five media companies under Alter Group for 100 million." "30% of the shares?" Kevin sneered. He thought Cato was truly stupid. What difference would 30% make? He and his father together held 45% of the shares. The remaining shares were in the hands of other shareholders, all of whom were under their control. When the time came, the controlling stake would still be in their hands. Cato Alter was indeed a fool! Thinking of this, he said, "I'll sign!" The price of 100 million to acquire the five media companies under the Alter Group is indeed very low. However, even after the purchase, the control over this price remains firmly in the hands of the Alter Group. It is equivalent to Cato giving them money for no reason.Kevin repeatedly calculated the pros and cons in his mind. Moreover, what Cato said is not wrong. If he allows his father to control the media with absolute advantage, he will inevitably take advantage of this opportunity to harm Ivy. Ivy has already been ruined by him once, and this time, he must protect her no matter what! "I heard that Dr. Jones was wrongly accused of a medical accident three years ago." Seeing Kevin hesitating, Cato added. He hit the nail on the head, and Kevin, this fool, had no way to defend himself. He could only surrender, "She has already been ruined once. If she is ruined again, I am really worried about her mental state. I heard that she has started seeing a psychologist..." "Where is the agreement copies?" Hearing how miserable Ivy is now, Kevin's heart ached. In the end, it was all his fault. If it weren't for him three years ago... Ivy must be living a good life now. She would definitely be a prominent doctor, not stuck in that little clinic. Cato pressed the button on the table, and soon, an employee entered. He placed two agreements in front of Kevin and then left. Cato said, "Although this is a bit tricky, protecting Dr. Jones will require some effort. But as long as you sign it, I will use the power of DT Investment to protect her and ensure she lives the rest of her life worry-free." "Why should I believe you?" Kevin looked at the content of the agreement and finally realized the most critical issue. "You and Ivy have no blood relation..." But Cato was well-prepared. He sneered, crossed his arms, and looked indifferent, as if saying, "You can choose not to sign. It's up to you. I'm just sorry for my employee, her husband. Two lives will be lost now..." Kevin's hand paused, and he couldn't help but feel bitter. Without thinking further, he solemnly signed his name on the document. He double-checked the content and found no issues. And in recent years, the major media companies have been rarely profitable. If DT Investment enters, it might restore confidence in the Alter Group's media division. Not bad."What are you going to do next?" he asked Cato. The man looked at the agreement in front of him without expression, full of disgust. He really disliked people like Kevin, who had no backbone and were extremely foolish. He just easily persuaded him to sell the company with a few words. Such a man, he really looked down upon. "You will see soon," he said coldly, gesturing for the employee to come in and escort the guest out. As Kevin left, Luke came in to take the documents. Seeing his boss looking troubled, Luke asked in confusion, "Mr. Tate, the media companies have been acquired. Why aren't you happy?" "Could it be that Kevin is not Bob Alter's child? How did he end up like this?" Assistant Luke chuckled, "Your genetics theory is taking the essence and eliminating the dross. Kevin's genetics took both the essence and the dross, leading to genetic mutation." This explanation was somewhat acceptable to Shawn. "Go handle the procedures, take over Alter Group's media immediately. I want the whole city to rally for Ivy." "Yes." Assistant Luke handed the documents to Sanders, then came back to push Shawn towards the police station. "The autopsy report will be out soon. Madam will be fine." "I hope so." Although he said that, Shawn still felt somewhat worried. He felt that Ivy's condition was off. It was a kind of psychological imbalance. "Guard her closely. Don't let the media get close to her!" "Yes!" Luke quickly sent Shawn to the police station, while at Alter Group, things took a turn. Bob Alter had just regained consciousness from the emergency room. Upon learning that several major media companies under his control had been sold to DT Investment, his face turned pale with anger. The rage in his chest surged, and he couldn't hold it back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. “Bring that unfilial son to me!” He roared hoarsely.When Kevin walked in, Bob grabbed a nearby vase and slammed it onto his head. With a loud "bang," the vase created a bloody hole in his head, and blood gushed out. But Bob Alter was still not satisfied. "Do you know what foolish thing you've done?" Kevin was still puzzled, "He only had 30% of the shares, what's the big deal? We still have 45%!" Bob Alter closed his eyes, laughing in extreme anger. To have such a foolish son, he must have offended the heavens in his past life. He gestured for the assistant to show him the documents. After seeing Kevin's shocked expression, he explained, "In the past few years, there were two big shareholders, Mr. Shred and Mr. Hector. Together, they hold 20% of the shares. They joined DT Investment a few years ago. Now, their combined shares surpass mine and yours. Those five media companies now belong to Cato! You fool, I'm going to beat you to death today!" As he spoke, he tried to get out of bed. The assistant, fearing he might have an accident, hurriedly went to support him. Kevin was still bewildered, "Mr. Shred and Mr. Hector are your childhood friends. You built the company together. Why... why did they betray you?" Why? Bob Alter covered his face. What Kevin didn't know was that Shred and Hector helped him establish the Alter Group because of their interest in Cato's mother. However, the beauty was killed by him, so how could they be willing to help him? Over the past few years, Bob Alter had shamelessly used the noble reason that Cato's mother had also contributed to the Alter Group to keep them loyal. Now that Cato has grown up, holding 30% of the shares, what reason do they have not to betray? He crefully planned for decades, it all turned to dust in an instant. Bob Alter hated it in his heart. He clutched his chest, a myriad of anger churning in his heart. Finally, with a muffled groan, he vomited black blood again. ***