Chapter 89 ~War Over True Heir~

• Now there was whirring tension in their midst Opula flared up, feeling like to flake out within herself. At the time my husband was announced as heir, I couldn’t describe the crimson looks that wired across the face of Opula. But I could best described it as thunderous; the image you get on the soil when birds scavenge it for food
• “Father tell me you are joking,” Opula snapped, her jaw sagged and voice shook with tension as she surged close to Fanny, “How are you going to disgrace the entire Fanny’s group by presenting your mad son as your heir? Do you realize it is a summit involving billionaires from all walks of life?”
• Fanny shook his head in affirmation, “Yes, I know, Opula. I know Brian is mad but it should occur to you that from day one I have been presenting him as my successor and not you…”