As soon as the syndicate's representatives left, Vincent's father said nothing.
But his silence spoke volumes.
Vincent had just proven, in a single meeting, why he was the superior Blackwood.
His brother, humiliated, stormed out of the room. His face was pale, his hands trembling. He had spent years proving that he was the rightful heir—only for Vincent to destroy his credibility in a matter of minutes.
It was the beginning of the end.
And everyone in the Blackwood family knew it.