Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 941 - The Family Head is Still You_1

Chapter 941: Chapter 941 The Family Head is Still You_1

Chapter 941: Chapter 941 The Family Head is Still You_1

Damian Howard didn’t say a word, just faintly nodded in weakness.

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Lily Howard quietly stepped out.

On the hospital bed, Damian Howard gently closed his eyes, the first time he met Alexander Summers surfacing in his mind.

——Dirty, down-and-out, pitiful like a stray dog.

But he seemed to possess an extraordinary talent for gambling, and without much guidance, he made a small name for himself at the casino; his unbending spirit and ruthlessness in his eyes piqued Damian’s interest, as if he saw his younger self.

Damian took Alexander to the underground fighting ring, teaching him martial arts, every move lethal.

He also taught Alexander shooting, driving skills, granting him the utmost trust, turning Alexander into his right-hand man.

Together, they frequented the big and small casinos of France, both honing their own skills and learning from the experiences and techniques of others. Later, they returned to Pearlpoint City, beginning their business with their own casino, striving together.

They were like friends, brothers, even like a father and son.

No matter how much an emperor loves his son, when the son threatens his authority, the emperor will become angry, even to the point of killing his own child.

Damian would never forget that day after he had completed a day of rehabilitation exercises and had fallen into a groggy sleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night and overhear the bodyguards talking outside the door.

“Have you heard? Once the thirteenth young master is discharged, Master Xander plans to cede the family head position to him.”

“Is that appropriate? It doesn’t seem like the thirteenth young master has many years left to live, someone like that becoming the family head, isn’t that a bit of a joke? He can’t even speak clearly now.”

“Yeah, we finally had some peaceful days, and now it’s going to be messed up again…”

The bodyguards by the door sighed; they didn’t care who became the family head, they just worried about their peaceful lives being disrupted.

To put it crudely, nobody wants to follow a sickly Boss.

That night, Damian’s eyes stayed open until dawn.

He thought a lot.

Everything Alexander had was given to him by Damian—power, wealth, status… even the name Roy Howard was chosen by him. And now, to take back what was originally his, did he need Alexander’s handout?

No.

He didn’t want charity, nor pity.

If it hadn’t been for him, Alexander would still be nothing but a dog!

Damian had regained some memories, but he felt that perhaps it was better to have permanent amnesia. He contacted several of his elder male relatives, regrouping his loyal followers, and planned a dangerously fraught retirees meeting—

And thus, events had led to this point.

The door opened, and the two finally saw each other again.

The bodyguards on both sides faced each other in the hospital room, the atmosphere tense like a tightly stretched string, silent and about to snap at any moment.

Damian’s gaze fell upon Jerome Howard, a cold sharpness flashing in his eyes.

Jerome was somewhat afraid of him, subconsciously shrinking behind Alexander; Damian’s gaze grew colder.

“So, you really didn’t die,” Damian said, propped up in his hospital bed, his voice hoarse and indolent, “It seems that Mr. Ghost Hayes has some skills after all; the life he bargained for you really did come to pass. It looks like you just can’t be killed.”

Alexander smiled faintly, pulled up a chair, and sat down, “Lily Howard told Zack Wallace that you wanted to see me; so, what is it you want?”

Damian was silent for a while before saying, “Preserve twenty percent of my shares under the name Roy Howard in the Howard family register. The next family head must be chosen from the younger generation of the Howards. Agree to these three conditions, and you can still retain the position of family head.”

A playful smile curled on Alexander’s lips, “Roy Howard is already dead, and there will no longer be such a person in the world.”

He glanced at Jerome by his side and said with a smile, “Isn’t there already a suitable candidate right here? Young, healthy, lacking in courage and strategy perhaps, but you can have the uncles spend some effort to teach and guide him well.”

Damian’s expression darkened slightly; he silently stared at Alexander, then suddenly smiled, “You’re right. Nowadays, the Howard family probably doesn’t have much attraction for you.”

A pile of messes, as tasteless as chicken ribs.