Chapter 4215

Chapter 4215
“Dad, you should have eliminated them all from the beginning and built a network of loyal supporters,” Timothy asserted. He believed his father had erred by keeping those people in the fold.
Mr. Labbe shook his head. “There are too many of them. They are our relatives and friends. We share the same goals. We can’t just remove them all at once.”
He had gathered them to overthrow the family head, intending to eradicate the entire bloodline—men, women, children, and even the elderly.
The reason? They all belonged to collateral branches, fueled by envy of the direct line that had always held power. United by a common ambition, his plan had succeeded.
He had waited over a decade for the perfect moment to act. Yet, even after eliminating the direct bloodline, he still couldn’t assume leadership. Without the family seal, the sacred token, and the ancestral totem, he was merely an acting head. Many loyalists continued to resist his authority.
Even worse, he could not gain control over a significant portion of the Labbe family’s wealth.
The family’s ancestors had foreseen power-hungry individuals like him and had crafted rules to prevent such usurpation. Even the eradication of the direct lineage wouldn’t make him the legitimate leader.
It was infuriating.
“Alright, I’ll head back later,” Timothy replied.
He prioritized his family’s affairs over pursuing his wife and accepted his father’s orders without dispute.
“Good. When you return, stop by the jewelry store and pick up the set I ordered for your mother. It’s a gift to make her happy.”
“How long will you be in Wiltspoon, Dad?” Timothy inquired.
“I’m not sure. I met someone and want to establish a connection with him. The people supporting him are incredibly powerful. Compared to them, our family is like an ant next to an elephant. There’s no competition.”

Timothy was intrigued. “Who could be so powerful that we can’t compare? Dad, once you become the true head of the family, who could possibly surpass you?” At the moment, their power was limited because his father was only the acting leader. The true elites and the most formidable bodyguards of the Labbe family only followed orders from the legitimate leader. Without the proper token and totem, they wouldn’t recognize his authority.

This was their biggest concern—those artifacts had been hidden by the previous head. The only person who might possess them was the child who had escaped with the nanny. If that child had even one of the artifacts, it would be even more infuriating. The nanny had been dead for years. They had searched everywhere—her home, her family, and even distant relatives—but the token remained elusive.

“I still have matters to attend to. You’re in charge of the family and business while I’m away. Manage things well—I trust you. Don’t let me down. One day, everything I’ve built will be yours.” Mr. Labbe viewed Timothy as his rightful successor, painting an enticing vision of the future to ensure his loyalty. He needed Timothy on his side, rather than turning against him to protect his wife’s interests. If he did become the true head, he wouldn’t relinquish his power until his last breath. He had dreamed of this position since childhood.

“I understand, Dad.”

“Good. That’s settled.” Mr. Labbe quickly hung up, slid his phone back into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.