Chapter 267

"He's only acting so high and mighty because Uncle Henry backs him up." Alexander Johnson rubbed his bruised lip, his voice dripping with venom. "Just wait till Uncle dies. Let's see how long he can keep this act up."

"You insolent brat!" Charles Johnson slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup rattle. "Are you cursing your own uncle now?"

The Johnson family's empire had been built on the unity between the two brothers. If anything happened to Henry Johnson, it would be like losing an arm.

"That's not what I meant." Alexander scoffed. "I'm just worried Uncle will leave all his assets to William. Can you imagine how insufferable he'll become then?"

Sophia Song immediately chimed in, "Charles, we can't ignore this." She'd had the same concern but never dared voice it.

Just as Charles was about to erupt, the butler's voice came from outside. "Vice President Johnson is here."

Their faces paled instantly.

William Johnson strode into the hospital room with measured steps. His gaze swept over Alexander on the bed before briefly landing on Charles and Sophia. Before he could speak, Sophia shrieked, "William! Have you no respect for family rules? How dare you beat your elder brother like this? Are you even fit to bear the Johnson name?"

William ignored her, turning to Charles instead.

"Why did you resort to such violence?" Charles demanded.

William remained silent, simply calling out, "Sam."

Sam Wilson entered, dragging a bloodied man—the driver who had kidnapped Emily Smith that morning.

"What is this?" Sophia wrinkled her nose in disgust.

The driver collapsed to his knees, trembling. "It was... the young master... He ordered me to kidnap Miss Smith... drug her... and deliver her to his bed..."

"Emily Smith?" Charles narrowed his eyes. "Who is she?"

"My girlfriend." William finally spoke, each word sharp as a blade.

"Girlfriend?" Charles pressed. "What's her family background?"

William smirked. "Father, you're missing the point."

"She's just the daughter of some white-collar criminal. A plaything at best." Alexander sneered. "She should be honored I even noticed her—"

"William!"

In a flash, William was at the bedside. Sophia screamed and threw herself over her son.

"Could there be some misunderstanding?" Charles tried to defuse the tension.

William took a stack of photos from Sam and hurled them onto the coffee table. The images scattered—each one a graphic shot of Alexander with different women in compromising positions.

Charles and Sophia turned ashen.

"William!" Alexander roared, struggling to sit up before wincing in pain. "You dare spy on me?"

"This is just the tip of the iceberg." William's lips curled dangerously. "Imagine if these photos were leaked to every major media outlet..."

"You wouldn't!" Alexander's eyes bulged with rage.

William gave him one last chilling look before turning to leave. Sam followed close behind, their footsteps echoing down the hallway.