After the divorce he begged novel Chapter 308

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Crash!

All kinds of stuff shattered all over the floor.

But Michael hadn’t even vented half his anger.

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“So what if he’s Mr. Guzman of the Guzman Group? Is that supposed to make him some big shot?” he spat at the air, his face twisted with rage. “He’s still just a guy with no wife and no kids.”

“What a joke!”

“If I can’t get even, I’m not Michael Quinn!”

He just kept ranting.

He didn’t stop until he’d been cursing for a full ten minutes.

Victor waited until Michael’s rage had died down a little before stepping up, voice gentle: “Sir, please, you need to calm down.”

But there was no way Michael could just let this go.

Every time he remembered how Ryan humiliated him right in front of Max, it felt like a wildfire was burning in his chest. ‘That bastard.‘

Back then, he could tolerate Ryan picking on him and acting superior–but now the guy was looking down his nose at him like some king of the world? Hell, he was the head of one of the Big Four Families–who the hell did Ryan think he was to treat him like dirt?

“Dig up everything you can about Ryan’s weak spots,” Michael ordered, ice in his voice. ‘I swear, I’m going to make that bastard regret crossing me!‘

“Honestly, we haven’t found any real dirt on him yet,” Victor replied, hesitating. You know we’ve been looking into him for ages. “If I had to pick, I’d say Amelia and Rebecca–he seems to have a soft spot for those two.”

Michael’s brows drew together.

Victor hesitated, “Should we target Rebecca Jensen?”

“No way,” Michael shot back, not about to take that risk. “We can mess around with other things, but if we drag Rebecca into this, even if Ryan tries to meddle in the Quinn family’s affairs later, we won’t have a leg to stand

on.”

“Then what do we do?” Victor asked, his mind going completely blank.

“You’re asking me?” Michael snapped, his anger flaring even higher. “Am I supposed to have all the answers?”

Victor wisely kept his mouth shut.

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When it came to skill, Michael couldn’t hold a candle to Ryan.

And when it came to looks, Michael didn’t even come close to Ryan.

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As for heirs, Max could go toe–to–toe with Ryan’s successor, but that guy always flew under the radar.

“Have you checked Ryan’s medical records?” Michael asked, finally switching gears after racking his brain for a solution.

“Yeah, we’ve looked into it,” Victor replied, having already thought of everything Michael could. “He’s in perfect health–no illnesses at all.”

Michael’s frown deepened.

‘Why’s Ryan even healthier than me?‘ Michael groused inwardly.

‘Amelia must’ve snagged all the good genes from our parents. Otherwise, why do I always get left in the dust by Ryan in everything?‘

While he was lost in these thoughts, Max walked in. The moment he saw the mess on the floor, he knew exactly what had happened. “That’s Amelia’s place, after all. There was no need to go head–to–head with Mr. Guzman.”

Michael had started to cool off a bit, but the moment he heard Max’s comment, his temper shot straight back up.

“You think this is all on me?” Michael spat, unable to believe his own son wasn’t on his side. “Ryan Guzman was the one who picked a fight–if you’re not even going to call him out and come home blaming me, you’d better remember who’s your father!”

“Are you sure Mr. Guzman was the one who started it?” Max said, his face as cool and detached as always.

Michael was about to argue back, but then it hit him–Ryan’s first words to them were actually really courteous. He couldn’t even complain about his attitude, let alone the way he spoke to them.

Truth was, Michael just wanted Ryan to feel miserable so badly, he kept picking apart anything the guy said, looking for something to accuse him of.

His mood, already sour, took an even darker turn as he thought about all this.

“You’re my son. No matter what, you should always have my back,” Michael snapped, the frustration clear in his voice.

“I’m not getting involved in whatever grudge you have with Mr. Guzman,” Max replied, calm and deliberate. “That’s just like parents staying out of their kids‘ squabbles. You’re the head of this family–you should know that better than anyone.”

Michael got it.

But knowing was one thing–craving his son’s support was another.

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“Try not to get into any head–on clashes with Mr. Guzman from now on, Max reminded his father, keeping his voice steady. “Seriously–don’t even think about dragging your sister or Rebecca Jensen into this, or you might end up pushing Ryan’s buttons.”

Ryan never batted an eye at the usual petty drama.

But if Amelia or Rebecca got pulled in, Max knew even he might not be able to bail out his dad. Ryan was a legend from the old guard–that kind of guy, if he made a move, nobody could predict what he’d do next.

“Are you telling me what to do?” Michael shot back, his face darkening.

Max stayed cool, unfazed. “Just a word of advice from someone younger, that’s all.”

Michael’s chest heaved with anger.

First Ryan pissed him off outside, now Max was making him blow his top at home–was he just everyone’s punching bag or something? he fumed to himself.

Seeing his dad all riled up, Max knew he shouldn’t stick around any longer. He opened his mouth, voice as cool as ever: “Guess I’ll let you chill for a bit. I’m heading out.”

Michael just watched as he walked away.

Max was almost out the door when Michael suddenly called out, “Max.”

Max paused, turning back with his usual icy, indifferent gaze.

Michael locked his eyes on him, asking the one thing that’s always bothered him, “Is your heart still with this family?”

Max didn’t blink, his tone icy and detached. “What’s that supposed to mean, Dad?”

“Ever since Rebecca and Amelia came back, you’ve been reaching out to them nonstop,” Michael pressed, eyes never leaving Max. “Are you seriously considering passing your shares to them?”

“You were the one who told me to come over this time,” Max answered, his tone icy, eyes cold and detached as ever. “The last time was for a family task, and before that, it was Grandpa who called me over….”

Michael started to protest, mouth half open–but as he replayed Max’s words, he found no holes. Every single time Max had met with Amelia or Rebecca, it was all about family business–never anything personal at all.

Still, Michael couldn’t help but feel there was something off about Max. He was convinced that, no matter what, Max would never be as loyal to the family as Liam was.

“Got it,” Michael tamped down his frustration. “Go take care of your business.”

Max left.

After weighing it for a while, Michael finally picked up the phone and called Liam.

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