bhapter /b574

“bHow’s /bmy dad doingb?/bb” /bBowen asked as he handed his things to Samson while walking out bof /bthe airport.

Last night, he had received a call from the butler at the family estate, saying bthat /bhis father, Enrique, had twisted his ankle and fallen down bthe /bstairs.

Despite his bage/b, Enrique didn’t want to trouble anyone and had told the butler not to inform them, thinking bit /bwas ba /bminor incident that would resolve once his ankle healed.

But the butler, who bwas /bconcerned about the situationb, /bhad secretly called Bowen.

Upon receiving the newsb, /bBowen had caught a flight back overnight

“The initial checkup at the hospital didn’t find anything serious. Mr. Turner is fine. He just suffered a light bfall /band a sprained ankle. Nothing else seems wrong for now, but they’ll need to run some more tests,” Samson replied.

Bowen let out a sigh of relief.

“Did Kelvin get everything I asked him to organize while I was away?” he asked.

Kelvin figured you’d be back around this timeb, /bso he got everything ready ahead of time. bIt’s /bball /bin the bcar/bb,” /bSamson replied.

Bowen had been letting Alvin constantly make things difficult for him at thepany. It was not because he intended ito /ilet Alvin bget /bbaway /bwith everything. Dealing with Alvin was beasy /bfor him; the real problem was whether Enrique would approve.

Bowen had been letting Alvin’s actions slide, hoping Alvin would bcross /bthe lineb, /bso Enrique would be the one to step in and he could avoid a bdirect /bconfrontation with Alvin as much as possible.

The car soon arrived at the hospitalb. /b

As Bowen pushed the door open, he was greeted by Enrique’s booming voice, “I’m fine, aren’t I? Why can’t I be discharged?”

“Mr. Turner, please don’t give us a hard time. Until all your test results are back, none bof /bbus /bdare let you bleave /bthe hospital,” the nurse replied.

The nurse wondered, ‘If something happened bafter /byou left, who would we answer bto/b?‘

“Wow, Dad, you really have ia /iknack for giving the nurses a hard time,” Bowen said as he walked in.

When Enrique caught sight of his youngest son, he felt a flicker of guilt. He quickly thought, ‘Didn’t I tell them not to notify him?‘

He immediately scowled and snapped, “Who told you about this? Or did you have someone spying on me at the estate?”

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“You’re overthinking it. I don’t have the skills to keep tabs on you. It was the butler who called me. Honestly, I don’t think you need us hovering around. Seeing how much energy you have to scold people, I’d say you’re doing just fineb,/bb” /bBowen replied as he pulled up a chair and sat down. The nurse had already left the room when he arrived.

He handed Enrique a folder that Kelvin had prepared and said, “Take a look.”

“What’s this?” Enrique asked, looking puzzled as he opened the folder.

He skimmed through the contents, and his expression quickly turned serious.

As he read, he saw detailed records of how Alvin had been targeting Bowen since joining Turner Group, how he had been getting involved with certain shareholders, and trying to oust his uncle.

“Is everything here actually true?” Enrique asked in a low voice.

Bowen gave a small smile in response, “I just got back from Mistmere. If you ask around at thepany, you’ll see that Alvin was the one in charge of the Mistmere project. I was just there to keep my girlfriendpany. That’s all.

“Alvin took this project at the shareholders‘ meeting, saying Bree was ourpetitor and that I was way too close to her, so he took over the project himself.”

“What nonsenseb!/b” Enrique snapped.

Business–wise, Bowen owned 30% of Bree Technology, and in private, he and Aubree were dating.

Whichever way you looked at it, Bree Technology and Turner Group were on the same side. Enrique was well aware of the Mistmere redevelopment project. It was a significant undertaking that made sense for bothpanies to join forces and win together.