Chapter 776

Reginald Blackwood's legacy at Blackwood Industries was unparalleled.

His ruthless business tactics had single-handedly built the empire from the ground up.

Faced with cutthroat shareholders and vicious competitors, he'd made the hard choice decades ago.

He'd abandoned his weak-willed son Charles and chosen his ten-year-old grandson Nathan as heir instead.

Reginald personally molded Nathan into the perfect successor.

Military training forged his discipline. International education broadened his perspective.

Nathan's brilliance became Reginald's proudest achievement.

The moment Nathan returned from abroad, Reginald handed over the reins without hesitation.

He made it clear to everyone - Nathan was Blackwood Industries' future.

Reginald kept the Chairman title as his final trophy. A symbolic crown for his lifetime of work.

Now the grandson he'd shaped wanted to strip even that from him?

To publicly humiliate him before the entire business world?

Reginald's entire body shook with rage. His gnarled finger trembled as he pointed at Nathan.

"You'd destroy our family's reputation over some woman?"

Nathan's expression remained glacial. Dark eyes burned with controlled fury.

"You crossed the line. These are the consequences."

A cold pause. Then the final blow:

"If you disagree, feel free to remove me as CEO."

The unspoken challenge hung in the air.

Blackwood Industries wasn't the same company anymore. Nathan had systematically purged the old guard.

Reginald's threats were empty. His time had passed.

Nathan's gaze held no warmth, no familial affection. Just icy finality.

He turned on his heel and walked out as the old man's screams followed him.

"Ungrateful bastard! I made you! I chose you over your worthless father! This is how you repay me?"

Upstairs, antique vases shattered against walls.

"There are other Blackwoods! You're not irreplaceable, Nathan!"

The desperate threats of a man who'd lost his power.

Downstairs in the grand parlor, Sophia Blackwood exchanged nervous glances with the butler.

She sprang up when Nathan descended the staircase. "Brother—"

Panic clawed at her throat. Had their grandfather betrayed her involvement?

This entire scheme had been her doing. She'd eavesdropped at Blackwood Industries, then planted the idea in Reginald's ear.

Sophia hated Evelyn Sinclair. Even if the Blackwoods eventually accepted her, Sophia wanted her to suffer first.

Nathan's piercing gaze pinned her in place. His expression could have frozen hell over.

He studied her in terrifying silence.

Sophia's voice trembled. "Grandfather didn't mean it! We'll explain everything to Evelyn. She'll understand, right?"

She ducked her head, unable to bear his scrutiny another second.