4706: C4706 Calm down Don't Panic We Can Win

C4706 Calm down Don't Panic We Can Win

Turbulent?

In front of him, that did not exist.

"Father, you don't have to worry about this"

"I'm confident that I can control the entire Rothschild family for a period of time. I can assure you that the Rothschild family won't be thrown into chaos."

Arman said confidently.

... ""

Arman gritted his teeth, and his expression turned extremely ugly. "Arman, do you think you're going to win?"

"Of course!"

"Okay!"

"Then let's give it a try. I want to see if you can take the position of patriarch or not. "

"Father, don't worry. I promise I won't let you down."

"Father? Hehe, don't call me father, I never taught you to usurp the throne"

"Father, you indeed didn't teach me how to usurp the throne, but you taught me one thing, I will always remember it"

"What is it?"

"The Wealthy Class does not have family!"

Arman said sternly.

Why did Arman always say "the Wealthy Class doesn't have family"?

Wasn't it all because of Oman's good teaching?

Oman:... ""

Indeed, he was the one who taught this sentence.

However, his goal was to make Oman more accustomed to the life of a wealthy family, so that he could mature as soon as possible.

However, he never expected that this sentence would one day be used on him.

And as his father, he would be the first stepping stone under Alman's feet.

"Heh..."

"Hur hur..."

"Hehehehehe..."

"Arman, you really are my good son."

Arman said in a clear voice.

"Father, it's all because of your good teaching. This is all because of you."

Arman said with a smile.

Since he was young, Arman had instilled an idea into him: Wealthy families have no familial ties.

Since he was young, Arman had realized the cruelty of the competition between Wealthy Class families.

Here, there was no family, no friends.

The most direct relationship between them was their interests.

As long as interests echoed, then everyone was friends.

However, if their interests did not match, they could become enemies in the next instant.

This was the Wealthy Class!

Thus, even if he attacked his own father, Oman, right now, he did not feel any guilt in his heart.

On the contrary, Oman felt extremely carefree in his heart.

Finally, he could finally sit on the throne that he had dreamt of.

The position of the Rothschild clan leader was the goal that he had pursued since he was young.

"Whew ~"

Arman let out a long breath and whispered, "Father, don't blame me."

"If you want to blame someone, blame us for being part of the Wealthy Class and not being able to control ourselves"

"Bang ~"

In the study...

Oman threw the phone with his right hand, and the phone instantly broke into pieces.

At this moment, Oman was really mad.

His son wanted to usurp the throne.

And the cause of all this was actually the ideology he had instilled in him since he was young: Wealthy Class had no family!

Thinking of this, Oman felt like vomiting blood.

What the heck, tell me what kind of thing this is.

My son wants to usurp my father's position.

He still uses the same theory that I taught my son.

At this moment, Oman wished he could find a piece of tofu and smash his head against the wall.

How should he put it?

It was too depressing.

He had lived for more than half of his life, but he had never felt so aggrieved before. ...

"No, I can't admit defeat so easily!"

Oman gritted his teeth. He was not prepared to surrender just like that.

He had not lost yet, and he still had to resist!0

Thinking of this, Arman no longer hesitated. He pushed open the door and walked towards Mitchell, who was sitting on the ground.

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