Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66 Picking Oranges

In the airport terminal, a group of bodyguards approached Wilburn.

He was reluctant to leave, lingering from the previous night until dawn. He knew all too well that despite the pretext of going abroad to study, it was little more than a form of exile, banishing him far from the center of power.

"Mr. Herbart, it's time for you to board the plane," a bodyguard coldly reminded him. They were sent by Viola to escort Wilburn onto the plane.

"Do you think you have the right to talk to me? Fools! When I was in my prime, you weren't even born yet," Wilburn said with a harsh tone.

The bodyguards simply surrounded him, their attitudes firm.

"You!" Wilburn was so angry that his face tightened.

"Son, take a good look at your father's situation. Even the dogs we raised can now sit on my head," he lamented, looking at Henry.

The more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt. His son was such an ingrate.

"Do you even consider me as your father anymore? Without me, there wouldn't have been you. For all these years, I have provided you with the best of everything. Is this how you repay me?"

Henry had been there last night while he was kneeling on the floor, but the kid hadn't uttered a word to plead for him. It was as if he had been hit with a mallet.

How could he give birth to such a cold-blooded son?

"I have to go to a meeting," Henry said indifferently, raising his eyes.

"You unfilial son, no matter what you think, as your father, I order you not to let Louis go. Avenge me! Reclaim what's rightfully ours."

After shouting, Wilburn weakly slumped onto the sofa, clutching at the armrests and panting heavily.

He closed his tired eyes. In his view, if he hadn't fooled around or lost his son, he would have been the proudest person in the Herbart family.

He knew that Henry was a good seed. The ruthlessness in his eyes signaled that his son was capable of achieving great things. And to top it off, Viola held him in high esteem.

But unfortunately, his son always did unpleasant things.

In the past, Henry had insisted on studying seemingly useless medical skills, leaving the control of the Herbart family mostly in Louis's hands. Over the last two years, he couldn't quite pinpoint what had made Henry change his mind and instead pursue a business career. Yet, in the end, he was still a step behind Louis.

Louis was favored by Viola and had already controlled most of the Herbart family's assets.

Henry stopped in his tracks, looking at his father with disdain.

"If only you weren't so arrogant, perhaps you could have waited for the right moment to enjoy your fortune. Even though Louis is your nephew, he's a hundred times sharper than you are. With your limited intellect, you'll only be able to keep a few more mistresses and make my mother suffer," he chided.

Stunned, Wilburn watched Henry stride away.

In the end, his son harbored a deep hatred for him, brooding over the incident from long ago.

"Mr. Herbart," the bodyguard interjected.

Facing the music, Wilburn took out his phone. "Don't follow me. Let me make one last call, then I'll board the plane."

He couldn't contain his anger towards Louis. How could a junior treat a senior with such disrespect? He was determined to teach his nephew a lesson and show him that the old-timer still had some fight left in him.

Walking out of the control range of the bodyguards, Wilburn dialed a number.

"I need you to help me take care of someone discreetly. Name your price, as long as you can get it done. I'll send you the person's information via email."

After putting away the phone, Wilburn sighed and stepped onto the plane to go abroad.

...

At the Regal Villa where Blanche and Louis lived, Clara approached Blanche and asked, "Mrs. Herbart, you want to know who sent this perfume?"

"Yes."

"It was a woman who brought it over. She's thin and young."

A young, thin woman. Blanche immediately thought of Erin. She had predicted that it was Erin who sent the perfume.

Louis packed his clothes and left without mentioning the perfume. Blanche had already ruled out the possibility that Louis bought it.

That girl was so silly to buy such an expensive perfume for her. While she rejected the dinner invitation, Erin tried to compensate her in another way.

Blanche was about to make a phone call to thank Erin. She knew how hard Erin worked to be able to afford this bottle of perfume, which was worth at least two months of her salary. She didn't have that kind of money.