"Spouting nonsense!"
Jennifer walked in front of André and looked down at him coldly: "I'm forgiving your ignorance, so I won't hold it against you this time. But if you dare be so insolent again next time, I'll tear your mouth apart! Even if you are my own brother. Also, I'll persuade Uncle Christian to wait another three months. If you change your mind, you can find me at my estate. Remember this, André - this is your last chance! Of course you can also refuse, but you'll need to be prepared to stay in the gutter for the rest of your life."
At this moment her small, beautiful chin lifted slightly, her lips curving into a cold, emotionless arc: "Look at your pathetic state, my dear brother! Wearing cheap clothes, living in an apartment with air so disgusting it makes people want to vomit, eating the food of lower-class people, surrounded by thugs, thieves and prostitutes. Every day you have to grovel and beg just to earn money for a meal. Now imagine your future wife and children living in this kind of place with you - that must be wonderful. So think clearly about the consequences, André Wiltonstein! Also, you'd better be prepared - no one can refuse Christian without paying a price."
André responded calmly, meeting Jennifer's gaze with peaceful eyes: "Don't worry, I'm not as vain as you, nor as materialistic."
"That's only because you haven't experienced it yet—"
Jennifer saw not a trace of impurity in André's eyes, which caused an inexplicable irritation in her chest, nearly losing control.
But she ultimately suppressed it, then turned and walked away: "Give me an answer in three months. If you insist on persisting, I don't care. Oliver, heal his wounds!"
The butler behind her immediately bowed slightly toward Jennifer's retreating figure. After Jennifer disappeared outside the door, he expressionlessly took an oak leaf-shaped badge from his pocket. With a snap of his fingers, a green light immediately enveloped André's wounds.
"Please reconsider, Master André."
The butler named Oliver smiled and bowed to André: "Miss Jennifer still values you as her brother very much. Miss's situation in the family hasn't been too good recently, and she really spent great effort fighting for this opportunity for you. She urgently needs someone to help her now—"
His voice stopped abruptly, because André had already coldly pointed toward the door. Oliver understood his gesture and could only smile bitterly as he retreated outside.
※※※※
When Oliver returned to the extended limousine, he found Jennifer looking out the window with a pale face and red-rimmed eyes. Seeing this expression, he knew his employer's mood must be extremely terrible and couldn't help sighing: "Master André is young and impetuous - Miss, you don't need to take his words to heart."
"Am I so fragile that I need your comfort?"
Jennifer laughed coldly: "What he said is also fact - there's nothing to deny. But that little bastard's personality really gives me a headache."
Oliver's breath caught, then he contemplated: "I think the timing is still too early - maybe if we wait a few more years, the situation would be different. The current Master André is full of sharp edges."
"Of course I know, but Uncle Christian can't wait any longer, and others won't give us enough time. Grandfather's retirement to the family council is also within these few years. Among Grandfather's children, he only has special feelings for my mother."
Jennifer tapped her forehead with her finger: "Sharp edges? Then find ways to grind them down! Contact the court and find ways to delay the property auction. Tell that Boss Tsai that if his restaurant wants to continue operating on Market Street, he should fire my brother as soon as possible. Also contact Social Services and have them find reasons to temporarily cut off André's welfare benefits."
Oliver's thick eyebrows rose slightly: "Welfare benefits? This won't be easy to handle - I can only try my best."
According to federal regulations, after André became an orphan, if he was unwilling to be adopted by other families, he could receive 450 gold shields weekly from the municipal government's Social Services department as living expenses until age eighteen.
With the Wiltonstein family's power, canceling this living subsidy would be effortless. But his family's young lady was destined for politics in the future. This small oversight now could very likely become ammunition for future political enemies.
"I didn't say to cut it off completely - just temporarily, temporarily understand? Can you delay it?"
Jennifer's tone rose slightly: "Also the school - he transferred to Linden Academy to get a full scholarship. Contact Linden Academy as well - don't let a penny enter his hands these few months. Also investigate his friends and see if we can do something there."
"Understood! Just—"
Oliver's tone was hesitant, also carrying some advice: "Won't this backfire? Master André's personality probably won't submit easily. In this situation, I think even if he agrees, he'll harbor hatred toward you, Miss."
"If he has the backbone to keep holding out, I'll respect him. But if he submits, then even if he hates me, so what? As long as we achieve our goal, can he take a piece of my flesh?"
Jennifer waved dismissively: "In the end, what capital does he have now to maintain his pride? When I was his age, wasn't I just as naive thinking I could be fearless? André is old enough - it's necessary to let that guy recognize reality—"
She had only said this much when a ringing sound came from inside the car. Oliver hurriedly picked up the brick-like wireless phone and looked at it, then said speculatively: "This is a call from Carleton Law Firm - it should be about the inheritance of your parents' company."
"Company?" Jennifer Wiltonstein raised her eyebrows in surprise: "It hasn't gone bankrupt yet?"
"It can hold on for a while longer - your father's old subordinates are loyal enough. Although it's already insolvent, there's still a property worth 2.4 million gold dollars, and the related bank loans haven't matured yet. Your father was cautious - when they borrowed money, they didn't include early withdrawal clauses in the contracts."
Oliver spread his hands: "I estimate they can hold on for about another six months, but regarding profit prospects, this company has no value anymore - your father was the soul of this company."
"Then tell them directly that I renounce inheritance rights to this company."
Jennifer looked impatient and somewhat disgusted, as if she had eaten a fly: "Also, that's not my father. I don't want to hear such words from your mouth again."