"It's a perfect opportunity for you, Uncle, to assert some authority in Stellarion and vent out the frustration of being overshadowed by the younger generation."
"Good lad, you've hit the nail on the head," Mr. Huxley cheerfully patted his shoulder, "We'll do as you said. You go and have a meeting with the team, discuss it, and come up with a plan for me as soon as possible. Then we can strategize together on how to deal with him."
"Alright, I'll handle it now. Don't worry, Uncle, I'll get this done properly for you." Justin Huxley gave a resounding commitment, patting his chest before leaving the study.
Justin Huxley had just returned to his room when Tina Huxley followed him like a shadow, knowing she wouldn't visit without wanting something.
Justin Huxley casually threw a fruit from the fruit plate on the table towards her: "Eat some fruit, and talk while you eat. Let me guess, are you here to complain about your sister-in-law again?"
