Chapter 403


    It was the third year since Cordelia left.


    Edwin forwarded a message to Ronan. [Birchwood was nning to develop its financial industry.]


    [Hey, Ronan, take a look at this. See if you can find a way to make some green. You''ve got the sharper


    eye; you always know what to do.]


    Ronan had already received this news. He was a Birchwood native and schooled there until he


    graduated high school. Many of his old ssmates had reached out to him about it. He had been


    nning to invest in Birchwood for a while. The city was not asrge as Millstone, but its future


    potential was limitless. Recently, he had been scouting forpanies to invest in.


    As soon as he considered the idea, numerous profiles of investment firms and financialpanies


    were sent to Lumos Enterprises. Ronan was in the midst of the evaluation process.


    Recently, he had a meeting with Emerson and Wyatt in a smaller conference room, discussing which


    "Ronan," Emerson started, "afterparing all aspects, I think we should take a closer look at


    Empower Operations and Shenda."


    "I agree!" Wyatt chimed in.


    "I''m of the same mind," Ronan said. "But we need to see for ourselves. Somepanies merely look


    good on paper."


    "Exactly. Birchwood is growing fast, and we need to get in on it. When are we headed to Birchwood?"


    Emerson asked Ronan.


    "Dad, Dad, are we going to Birchwood? To Great-grandpa''s house? I''ve never been there," a little boy


    ying with LEGO bricks in the corner piped up.


    The little boy had strikingly beautiful eyes that glittered and shone, and his hair was dark. He was as


    cute as a button.


    Ronan ruffled the boy''s hair. "Yes, we''ll go with Uncle Emerson soon."


    "Cool. But Uncle Emerson, you better not bully my dad," Callum warned Emerson.


    "Me? Bully your dad?" Emerson was bbergasted. "How could I?"


    "See, you''re being mean," Callum said, puffing out his chest.


    "Getting a taste of your own medicine, huh?" Ronan chuckled at Emerson.


    "Ronan, where can I go to clear my name? Did I do something to upset you? Why does your son


    always think I''m out to get you?" Emerson sighed helplessly.


    "Who knows?" Ronan shrugged, gathering his things to leave.


    "Ronan, can''t you set the record straight with your kid?" Wyatt threw his hands up in frustration.


    "I didn''t say anything. These are all his assumptions. Maybe he—" Ronan nced at Emerson. "—


    thinks you''re up to no good."


    With that, Ronan guided Callum back to his office.


    Callum often visited his father''s office. His prejudice against Emerson was rooted in a past incident


    where he had seen Emerson "bully" his father.


    It happenedst year when Emerson visited Ronan’s home to discuss some business matters.


    After the discussion, Emerson scanned the house, noticing the absence of a certain person. "She


    hasn''te back yet?" Emerson carefully asked Ronan.


    "Who?" Ronan''s gaze suddenly turned icy, intimidating Emerson.


    "You know who I''m talking about," Emerson retorted, a bit defiant, raising his voice.


    "Jessica? She hasn''te back since Callum disappeared. She doesn''t dare to. I don''t n to pursue


    it." Ronan casually picked up a magazine from the table and started flipping through it.


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    "Ronan!" Emerson stood up, raising his voice even more. "Why do you pretend not to know the


    obvious?"