The word “son” hit a bull’s eye.
Henrick had spent so much effort overtaking the Moores‘ immense wealth and chasing the Moores away. It took him so much to have everything. However, humans were fragile and would die eventually. It didn’t matter if Arielle would be the wife of Nightshire Group’s CEO. The fact was that Arielle would never take Henrick’s surname.
She might help build my wealth, but that money would be meaningless if there was no one to inherit my legacy. I don’t want to waste all my effort just to die and have no one visit my grave.
I want an heir! At the end of the day, daughters simply aren’t as important as sons.
Henrick gritted his teeth. He had ripped the bandage off and made his decision then.
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