Chapter 604

Chapter 604:

Each word from Luther fell like a hammer on an anvil. “Never forget—I built the Harper Group. The shares will go where I deem fit. I am still at the helm p>

His voice echoed through the room, a stark reminder that despite their ambitions, the final say rested squarely with him.

Shepard’s face was dark. He knew all too well Luther’s temper—once ignited, it scorched everyone in its path, regardless of who was watching.

Luther’s outburst was a rare storm; years of tranquility had dulled the family’s memory of his fury.

Frustration boiled within Shepard, yet the fear of Luther’s hypertension kept him mute. His lips parted, but no retort escaped.

Brenna, still a newcomer to the Harper family, felt no such restraint. Unlike Shepard, Giselle, and Ableson, she was not close to Luther and dared to speak up.

“Grandpa,” she said, “No one is against Rosie’s marriage. But the royal family of Plieca has a different marriage system—there’s one main wife and several concubines. If Rosie marries Prince Maxley, she may face a life of suffering. We are concerned for her. This isn’t about shares. My dad and Uncle Ableson would never harm her p>

Shepard felt concern for Brenna. He knew that Luther didn’t tolerate retorts like this, especially from a younger family member.

Brenna had only recently returned to the family, still unfamiliar with the tempest that was Luther and the authority he wielded within the family. Speaking to him in such a way was a surefire recipe for disaster.

Veins bulged on Luther’s forehead, a telltale sign that his blood pressure was spiking.

Shepard quickly said, “Brenna, stop talking p>

But before Shepard could attempt to soothe the storm, Luther roared at Brenna, “Who asked you to speak?” His voice thundered through the room. “You have no right to speak here without my permission p>

At over eighty years old, Luther had long since ceased to care about the world outside his own walls or the state of the family business. Rosie had deliberately concealed the truth about the royal family of Plieca from him, so he had assumed their marriage customs mirrored those of Vanland—one husband, one wife. He had thought Rosie would be happy after marrying Prince Maxley.

𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊:

But he would never admit he hadn’t understood the situation before scolding others. The mistake could only be others’, never his.

“I already know this! Rosie will be the wife of Maxley. This benefits the Harper Group, plain and simple! I think you’re just jealous that Rosie is making such a splendid match! I think this is a tremendous honor!” he exclaimed.

Ableson and Shepard exchanged helpless glances, both acutely aware of Luther’s volatile temper. They believed they needed to give Luther time to reconsider.

Ableson took a deep breath, striving to keep his tone calm. “Dad, Rosie wouldn’t be Maxley’s wife; she’d be just a concubine. We can’t allow a Harper member to become someone’s concubine p>

Luther froze for a moment. Then, he snapped his gaze toward Rosie.

Rosie looked awkward and slightly panicked, but she quickly regained her composure. “Grandpa, they don’t understand. I’m marrying Prince Maxley as his wife, not as a concubine p>