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sistence on getting married before assuming leadership was unfounded. And, if I may add, th

ing and drunkenness are not the qualities I want to see in my successor." He sipped his Vodka; the irony o

ned from him. I turned to him, holding up two glasses of different alcoholic concoctions. "Dad, you were the one who taught me to appreciate a good drink," I said, my voice l

ked away, his eyes fixed on the floor. "I guess

d, Dad. But I'm not trying to shift the blame ent

cerity. "You're right, Kian. I'm proud of you for acknowl

married before taking the reins," I said, my gaze drifting aimlessly towards the door and my voice laced w

"Kian, we've discussed this. Marriage is a vital aspe

ng, Mom. I don't need a wife to run the company effectively. My focus should be

derstand your concerns, but we have our reasons for wanting yo

ry some stranger and settle for a loveless relationship? That's really beneath me, Dad. I

d, his expression calm. "Kian, we just want what's best for y

all Mom's constant nagging and your own infidelit

m's eyes flashed with anger, but my dad's face re

voice deceptively calm. "You can propose to her right now, and we

nt. "Mom, are you serious?" I asked, my

g to stifle a grin. "And you, Dad? Ar

ded, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Well, son, it's

unbelievable. You're trying to railroad m

matter. Your future is at stake." But my dad's grin only grew

personality and lifestyle. And I mean it, Dad-I'll search high and low for someone who can

son, I think we can help you with that," he said, his voice measured. "Your mo

s. Cynthia's daughter. I can already imagine her being just as rude and entitled as her mother." I shook my head,

s. "Fine, dear. But you're not getting out of this that easily. We'll find

on my lips. "I'm shaking in my boots, M

smile lurking beneath the surface. She knew I was a stubborn one

she is a kind and straightforward person who shares my business va