Chapter 117 Sailing with the Wind

• At Hall Corporation, Jacob gripped a document tightly in his hand, his knuckles protruding with intensity. Veins pulsed visibly at his temple, and his breath came in sharp, angry gasps. His secretary, standing quietly nearby, had never seen the president so infuriated. She remained frozen, scarcely daring to breathe.
• After what felt like an eternity, Jacob released his hold on the paper. A cold smile curled at his lips, though it didn't reach his eyes. His gaze, sharp and calculating, was tinged with menace. "Oberon, that old fox, really is something, isn't he?"
• A scornful thought crossed his mind. The man had always favored sons over daughters, but now, after all these years, he'd suddenly decided to shower affection on a daughter he had only recently acknowledged. Oberon had his reasons—most likely a deliberate effort to fracture their partnership.