A Fake Heiress’s Guide to Love and Power novel Chapter 412

Everyone huddled in their own corners, preoccupied with their separate business.

Meanwhile, when Hamilton arrived at the Tate residence, he was quite literally turned away at the door. At least Max and Alessia had been admitted inside, but Hamilton didn’t even make it past the front gate.

“Mr. Quincy, I’m afraid Mr. Tate is at the office and not at home right now. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in. If it’s urgent, you can schedule an appointment at the company’s front desk in advance.”

Watching Butler Dawson dismiss him from behind the iron railings, Hamilton felt as if the man was mocking him. Yet, frustratingly, he couldn’t find any fault with Dawson’s words or manner.

Grinding his teeth, Hamilton slammed the car door shut with a loud bang, his face twisted with resentment.

The worst part was–he’d brought this on himself. No matter how much it infuriated him, he could only swallow his bitterness.

“Sir, what shall we do now?” his driver ventured cautiously.

“We’re going to Tate Holdings,” Hamilton snapped.

If that document got out, the Quincy family would be in for a world of trouble! The thought of his precious grandson Tammie flashed through his mind. As much as he doted on the boy, Hamilton’s fingers itched with anger at the whole situation.

After circling around, they finally arrived at Max’s company. Watching employees streaming in and out of the glass doors, Hamilton felt his pride shrivel–he’d never been so humiliated.

So young, yet so calculating! Instead of choosing the privacy of the Tate home, Max had deliberately orchestrated this scene in public, letting everyone witness Hamilton’s embarrassment.

Hamilton cursed Max silently, not realizing that nobody around him was

paying the slightest attention.

He squared his shoulders and marched toward the elevators, but the receptionist stopped him just as he reached the lobby.

“Mr. Quincy, is it?” she inquired politely.

Clearly, Max had already briefed the staff about his arrival.

Hamilton halted, his expression sour. “Do you know who I am? You dare to block my way?” Clutching his cane, he felt as though the whole lobby was watching and snickering at his expense.

“Yes, Mr. Quincy, I do,” the receptionist replied with a professional smile, her tone polite yet firm.

“Mr. Tate is occupied at the moment. I’ll have to ask you to wait here, please.”

“Is this how Max conducts himself? Making his elders wait out here like this?” Hamilton’s cane tapped irritably against the polished floor, drawing more curious glances.

“Mr. Tate mentioned that he visited you this morning, but you seemed to be busy. He also said that if you didn’t want to wait, you were welcome to leave. He’ll handle things from there.”

The receptionist’s smile never wavered, unruffled by Hamilton’s bluster.

Hamilton clenched his teeth so hard he thought he’d break a molar, but he was out of options. With a cold snort, he sat down in the waiting area.

People came and went, some glancing at him only to move along, uninterested, Hamilton’s face darkened, and he shifted in his seat, as restless as if he were sitting on pins and needles. His butler stood silently at his side, offering no comfort.

The more triumphant Hamilton had felt that morning, the more bitterly he resented Max and Alessia now.

Upstairs, the receptionist promptly informed Max that Hamilton had arrived. Max merely acknowledged her and gave no indication of

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when–or if–he’d allow Hamilton up.

Bacchus watched the security feed on his phone, barely containing his amusement. “This old man is something else. He sure wasn’t like this at my place–kept his head down so low, you’d think he was my grandfather’s grandson, not the other way around.”

“He’s just a bully–acts tough, but only when he thinks he can get away with it,” Alessia replied, not the least bit surprised by Hamilton’s behavior. “So, how long do you plan to leave him stewing down there?”

“We’ll see if he’s still around in an hour and a half.”

“Why an hour and a half?”

“Honestly, giving him ten minutes would be generous. It’s noon–let’s see if he can stomach waiting through lunch.” Max shot Bacchus a look that said, “Are you really that clueless?”

Bacchus’s eyes widened in admiration as he gave Max an enthusiastic thumbs–up. “That’s why you’re the boss!”

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