Harlem listened to his father's call, slowly turning around at the door, looking at the people around the family meeting table.
There sat his father, mother, sister, and brother.
As the youngest son of the family, although he had begun to learn the family business, he had little interest in it and rarely participated in such meetings.
Usually, he also seldom communicated with his family in business matters.
Fortunately, his sister and brother had considerable talent in this area, so West Bruto no longer forced the youngest son to develop in the business domain, letting things take their course.
However, today's situation was different.
How could he just walk away like an outsider from such an important meeting?
At this moment, West Bruto, agitated with anger, couldn't help but yell in question seeing his youngest son's actions.
Harlem shook his head helplessly.
"This outcome should have been foreseen a few years ago, or even a few months ago."
