Disliked by everyone? She is clearly the most beloved one in the rich family!

In the ever-changing land of Europe, old man Wilson is like a god, his position is as solid as a rock and no one can reach it.

Every decision he made was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing thousands of waves.

It is enough to shake and reshape the entire European economic landscape.

Those opponents who tried to compete with him in the past.

Under his powerful yet delicate and exquisite means.

They all abandoned their weapons and were defeated, becoming dust in the business and power struggles.

The Hashemite family is a wealthy and prestigious family that once shone brightly and gloriously on the European stage.

Due to some missteps and careless provocations, the gears of fate suddenly changed direction.

Overnight, the family fell into a precarious situation, and the glory of the past was shattered like a dream.

The huge wealth accumulated by the family quickly shrank due to market turmoil and pressure from competitors.

His noble social status plummeted, from being admired by everyone to being despised by others.

The reputation that had been painstakingly built over a long period of time was ruthlessly torn and shattered in the storm of public opinion.

The entire family was on the verge of collapse, like a precarious building in a storm.

But Mr. Wilson's ambitions and pursuits go far beyond this.

In his mind, true victory is not just about uprooting the opponent's foundation.

It is also necessary to make the opponent realize in the depths of his soul his own insignificance and powerlessness.

So, following the clues, he accurately found Alex, the mastermind behind the Hashemite family.

Alex is about the same age as Mr. Wilson, and their relationship can be traced back to the internal disputes within the Wilson family.

Many years ago, in the thrilling, life-and-death power struggle within the family, Alex was defeated by one move.

Filled with resentment and unwillingness, he resolutely left the Wilson family and started from scratch.

With his extraordinary courage and strategy, he founded the Hashemite family.

Over the years, he has been working hard and enduring hardships.

I thought that with the strong strength I had accumulated and the wisdom honed over the years, I would be able to compete with old man Wilson.

It can even avenge the shame of the past and realize the ambition of revenge.

However, the cruel reality was like a heavy hammer, hitting him hard on the head and completely shattering his fantasy.

He never dreamed that his carefully planned revenge plan would be so vulnerable.

The defeat was so swift and so devastating, leaving no chance of fighting back.

Mr. Wilson carefully selected a top-notch high-end restaurant in central London as the meeting place for the two.

The decoration of this restaurant is elegant and luxurious, and every detail shows the ultimate taste.

The dazzling crystal chandelier on the ceiling casts a soft and warm light.

Like stars, they gently fall on the exquisite tableware neatly placed on the dining table, reflecting a charming halo.

It creates a warm and peaceful atmosphere, as if all the disputes in the world are isolated.

But beneath this seemingly calm and peaceful appearance, there are actually undercurrents, and there is a strong atmosphere of tension between the two.

It was as if the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder about to ignite.

Alex sat directly opposite old man Wilson. His face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless.

There were raging flames of anger and unwillingness burning in his sunken eyes.

At this moment, his fingers were tightly gripping the wine glass in his hand like a pair of pliers, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

It seemed as if the fragile wine glass would turn into powder in his hands in the next second.

In sharp contrast, old man Wilson appeared calm and composed.

He slowly cut the perfectly cooked steak on the plate.

The movements were graceful and skillful, and every cut was precise and accurate.

Occasionally, he would raise his head slightly and glance at Alex with his deep eyes.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, as if silently declaring his victory and disdain for his opponent.

He knew in his heart that his former opponent was now at the end of his rope and had no way to retreat.

And this meeting was just the last bit of mercy he gave out of years of friendship.

"You didn't expect to lose so quickly, did you?"

After a long silence, Mr. Wilson finally spoke slowly.

His voice was low and cold, like the biting north wind in the cold winter.

It was like a cold, sharp knife stabbing straight into Alex's heart, making his heart shrink suddenly.

The anger that had been pent up in Alex's heart was instantly ignited by these words, like a volcanic eruption.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, and there was hatred in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat Mr. Wilson alive.

"Why do you do this?"

His voice trembled with extreme anger.

"I've been away from the Wilson family for so many years, and I've always behaved honestly. I've never really been your enemy. Why did you kill me and force me to this point?"

His words were full of grievance and confusion, as if he was questioning the unfairness of fate.

After hearing this, Mr. Wilson raised the corners of his mouth slightly and revealed a smile, which was a bit sarcastic and helpless.

He slowly put down the knife and fork in his hand, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk.

Staring closely into Alex's eyes, as if trying to see through his soul.

"Alex, you're still so naive. Do you think that by leaving the family and starting over, you can completely shake off the shadow of the past and start anew?"

"You are totally wrong. From the moment you decided to embark on the path of revenge, you were doomed to fail."

"In this world where the strong prey on the weak, there will never be a place for the weak and incompetent."

His voice was low and powerful, and every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer, hitting Alex's heart.

Alex was completely enraged by these words and he could no longer control his emotions.

His fist slammed heavily on the table, making a dull thud.

This sudden movement caused the red wine in the glass to shake violently, and a lot of it splashed out.

The crimson liquid spilled on the snow-white tablecloth, like a blooming blood flower, which was particularly dazzling.

"I'm not weak!"

He growled hysterically, his voice filled with endless unwillingness and despair.

It was like a wounded beast struggling before its death.

"I just didn't expect you to be so cruel and heartless that you wouldn't even give me a chance."

His eyes were filled with pain and confusion, as if at this moment he had lost faith in the world.

Old man Wilson looked at him coldly, his eyes as calm as a deep lake, without a trace of ripples.

"Chance? I've given you countless chances."

"Back then, within the family, you could have been an ordinary member, living a comfortable and respectable life with the family's resources."

"But you were so ambitious and competitive that you tried to challenge my authority, and ended up in complete failure."

"Now, you're recklessly trying to make a comeback. What a pity! After all these years, you haven't improved at all. You're still so impulsive and stupid."

There was no trace of mercy in his words, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting into Alex's wounds.

A trace of pain that was hard to conceal flashed in Alex's eyes. He slowly lowered his head as if his spine had been pulled out.

He held his head in his hands, his voice becoming hoarse and low.

"I just can't accept it... I really can't accept living in your shadow all my life, being stepped on by you."

"I thought, this time, with my hard work and preparation, I would definitely win..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he was almost choked, as if he was telling about an unattainable dream.

"win?"

Old man Wilson sneered disdainfully, and his laughter was full of contempt and ridicule.

"You were doomed to fail miserably from the start."

"Because you never understand that true power does not depend on how much wealth you have or how much power you hold, but on how skillfully you use these resources."

"You are too eager for success and too prone to impulsive behavior. This is your fatal weakness and the root cause of your failure."

His words were like enlightenment, waking Alex up at that moment, but it was too late.

Alex fell into a deep silence.

He was struggling painfully in his heart, he knew that every word Mr. Wilson said was true.

His carefully planned revenge plan was full of loopholes from the very beginning.

Old man Wilson just moved his fingers slightly, and everything he had worked hard for many years collapsed in an instant and turned into nothing.

He was filled with reluctance, yet felt deeply powerless.

At this moment, he was like a trapped beast in a cage, unable to find any way out.

"What are you going to do with me?"

After a long time, Alex finally spoke with difficulty, his voice filled with deep fatigue.

It was as if I had just experienced a long and cruel war, and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Mr. Wilson did not answer his question immediately.

He picked up the wine glass and gently shook the red wine in the glass. The bright red liquid swirled and swayed in the glass like a graceful dance.

His eyes were deep and distant, as if he could see all the grievances and hatreds of the past through this glass of red wine.

It seemed as if he was thinking about a difficult decision.

"You still have a choice,"

He spoke slowly, his voice calm but unquestionable.

"Leave Europe and never come back. This is my last act of mercy."

"Otherwise, next time, I will definitely not show mercy, and you will be doomed."

His words were like a death sentence, weighing heavily on Alex's heart.

After hearing this, Alex showed a bitter smile on his face, which was full of sadness and helplessness.

"Leave? I'm penniless and infamous now. Where else can I go?"

His voice was filled with despair, as if there was no hope left in this world.

"That's your problem, not mine."

Old man Wilson said coldly, without a trace of room for negotiation in his tone.

"My patience is almost exhausted. Don't try to challenge my bottom line, otherwise you will regret it."

There was a chill in his eyes that made Alex shiver.

Alex didn't say anything else. He slowly stood up, his legs feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

He looked at old man Wilson deeply, his eyes filled with complex emotions - anger, unwillingness, and resentment.

Even deep within that, there was a hint of admiration that he himself could hardly detect.

He knew that this battle that had lasted for many years had finally come to an end at this moment.

And I am undoubtedly the complete loser.

"You'll regret it,"

Alex whispered, with a final hint of stubbornness and unwillingness in his voice, as if he was making a final struggle against fate.

Mr. Wilson did not respond to his words.

He simply waved his hand lightly, as if he was shooing away an insignificant, annoying fly.

Alex turned around and slowly left the restaurant with heavy steps.

His back looked particularly lonely and desolate, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

In the restaurant, old man Wilson sat alone at the table, staring at the red wine in the glass for a long time, a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

He sighed softly.

Perhaps at this moment, he was also lamenting the endless competition and cruel fate among the aristocratic families.

This thrilling feud between wealthy families has finally come to an end.