Chapter 1006
Fred's expression turned pale. He used to believe his days were numbered and stressed over finding someone to take his place.
His sons and grandsons were too busy plotting against each other than actually making money, so he had no choice but to hand it over to Rachel to take charge. But now that he felt better, getting stuck in the villa every day bored him so much.
Fred had been meaning to visit Wealthwave Group, the company he had founded, a few times. He had put his whole life into it, so he wanted to see how it had turned out.
But every time he brought up going to the company, Rachel would talk him out of it. She was worried about his health and told him to rest at home.
Upon hearing Malcolm's words, Fred's expression darkened, and his eyes turned cold, like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
Malcolm stared at Fred's face, paying close attention to Fred's expression. He was pretty sure that Fred was mad. He felt like had reached his goal.
"What a shame, Dad. You spent your whole life working hard, and now everything's ending up in someone else's possession."
Fred sprang up and grabbed his cup, smashing it on the floor. With a crack, the cup hit the floor and shattered into pieces. Coffee was spilled everywhere.
Watching this unfold, Malcolm knew Fred was upset, so he stood up and tried to calm Fred down. "Relax, Dad. It's actually a great you know about this. It's at least better than having Wealthwave Group changing to Grant Group behind your back."
Fred's aged eyes suddenly became as sharp and as deadly as an eagle's.
Glaring at Malcolm, Fred snapped, "Stop pretending. Do you think I don't know what you're up to? Get lost!"
Malcolm shuddered in fear. "It's Matthew going after Wealthwave Group, Dad. I get that you're mad, but there's no reason to take it out on me."
Fred cracked a twisted grin. "I can tell what you're doing from a mile away. Don't try to play games with me. You're way too inexperienced. Get lost!"
Seeing that Fred had caught onto his plan, Malcolm quickly shut up and hurried out in a fluster.
After leaving the villa, Malcolm pulled over by the curb and pulled out his phone to make a call.
He dialed the psychologist's number and iterated what had happened to the psychologist. Then, he worriedly asked, "Dad saw right through me. Why does it feel like I shot myself in the foot?"
The line was silent for a while before the psychologist replied, "You're mistaken. Mr. Carter Senior isn't mad at you He's frustrated with Matthew's intentions and is upset with Rachel's actions.
"So, he's just taking out his anger on you. The more he's mad at you, the more he resents them. You've got exactly what you wanted."
Malcolm mulled over the
psychologist's words. The more he thought about it, the more it clicked "Thanks a lot. Meeting you is such a blessing. If I ever get to own Wealthwave Group wont forget you."
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Inside the villa, Fred began to calm down. He just sat there, looking grim and quiet.
The muscles on his face twitched involuntarily-his jaw clenched, his face contorted, and his eyes looked cold. He just couldn't accept having aft his life's work taken over by someone else.
A few days ago, Fred had a check-up, and he was doing better than before he got sick. He checked with the doctor, and he had a high chance of living another 28 years if he made it to 99.
He was pretty much used to commanding thousands of people in the company. He also liked the feeling of spending millions or billions with a single signature.
The past few days had been dull while he was recovering, and it felt like torture to him.
Upon hearing that Matthew was about to take over his company, Fred felt like he had to do something. He narrowed his eyes, staring off into the distance.
Many thoughts crossed his mind, but he couldn't come up with a perfect plan. Fred was getting more worked up, pacing around the room. He scratched his head now and then, furrowing his brows deep in thought.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. With his murky eyes turned as sharp as knives, he blurted, "I've got a plan!"