Zane Patterson's fist slammed into Jett Westgate's face again.
"Who the fuck are you calling a good-for-nothing! Stop looking down your nose at me. You've just lived a few more years and seen a bit more of the world, so don't stand there acting like some kind of life coach!"
Jett Westgate just stood there, taking it. He didn't dodge or fight back. He just tilted his head slightly, letting the fist land, not even frowning.
"Zane Patterson, it's true I've lived a few more years than you. But when I was your age, I took over the Westgate Family and the Zenith Group. I didn't let the Westgates lose power, I didn't let the Zenith Group go bankrupt, and I didn't let anyone walk all over the Westgate Family.
And you? You can't even protect your own family's business. The difference between you and me isn't age or experience—it's brains and ability.
I, Jett Westgate, am worthy of my power because I can handle it, not because I was born into the Westgate Family.
