Westfield's countenance remained unfazed by Jesse's words. There was no hint of disappointment in his eyes, only a nod of agreement. He was acutely aware of his current standing, his strength too feeble to confront the formidable Jeremy family.

In a world where alliances were built on power, no one would lend a hand without reason. This was especially true for a family as influential as the Jacob family.

Westfield had indeed saved Clarence's life, a fact he couldn't deny. Yet, in the grand scheme of these powerful families, human life was paradoxically the most precious and the most trivial of matters.

"But, I presume you didn't summon me here solely for a casual meal,correct?" Westfield inquired, his tone steady and calm.

Clarence didn't refute his assumption. Instead, he fell silent, taking a moment before exhaling a deep breath. "Eugene and Zachary have been dispatched from Meadow Park under my orders. I've left them with some assets.They won't set foot in Meadow Park again without my explicit command."

Westfield had already anticipated Clarence's intentions. He knew that to truly earn Clarence's support, he would need to prove his worth or endure a series of tests. He was prepared for Clarence to lay down the gauntlet.

"To be frank, I nearly fell into a trap set by my own son. Do you think I've grown soft?" Clarence asked, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips.

"I understand," Westfield responded, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, he is my son after all. How could I bring harm to him? But the repercussions of this incident are far from over. Now, I require your assistance," Clarence finally stated his intentions.

"As long as it's within my capabilities, I will not hold back," Westfield assured him, without a hint of hesitation.

"Aren't you concerned that I might betray you?" Clarence queried, his interest piqued.

"Given my current predicament, which you are well aware of, do I have anything worth sabotaging?" Westfield retorted, his laughter echoing confidence.

"Indeed, you do. Don't sell yourself short. Your business acumen is what I value the most. If you can revive and expand the Kenneth Scott, I believe there won't be any ordinary obstacles you can't surmount," Clarence reminded himearnestly.

"So, you plan to test me in this regard?" Westfield's heart fluttered at the revelation.

"Eugene confessed to being lured by the Mountainview QU Group, leading him to resort to such deceitful tactics. He was previously overseeing the Jacob family's business in Mountainview. He seized the opportunity of my coma to hand over two plots of land, worth over five billion dollars, to the QU Group.I hope you and Madison can journey to Mountainview and help me reclaim these plots,or at least retrieve their equivalent value," Clarence finally laid out his conditions.

"The QU Group? I've heard they're a leading real estate company in Mountainview,backed by a major financial group," Westfield recalled, his memory serving him well.

"Does that intimidate you?" Clarence asked, his gaze fixed on Westfield.

Westfield chuckled in response, "I fear no one, especially not in the business realm. If you're merely asking me to recover the Jacob family's losses, give me a week or two. I assure you, the results will be satisfactory. The only condition is that the Jacob family must comply with my arrangements without question."

Witnessing Westfield's confident demeanor, Clarence readily agreed, "No problem. You'll have full access to all the resources of the Jacob family in Mountainview. Madison will be there to assist you, and you can have her execute any plans you deem necessary."

"Then, there's no problem," Westfield replied, an eyebrow raised, a confident smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. If Clarence wished to gauge his capabilities,he would present him with results that would undoubtedly leave him astounded.

In the austere confines of the Chairman's office at Kenneth Scott,department heads congregated before Hill Park, their gazes cast downward.The atmosphere was palpable, heavy with tension and unspoken words.

Hill Park sat ensconced behind her desk, financial reports clutched in her hands. Her countenance was a mask of fury. "In a matter of days, Kenneth Scott has suffered significant losses - key projects abandoned,substantial company assets depleted. Can anyone enlighten me as to how this happened?" she demanded.

A vice president, summoning his courage, ventured a response. His voice wavered as he spoke. "This isn't our doing. The blame lies with Gary's prior directives."

Hill Park's ire surged at his words. "Are you suggesting that Gary orchestrated the downfall of Kenneth Scott?" She wouldn't put it past him,considering his lack of acumen.

"No, not at all," the vice president hastily clarified. "On his first day, Gary suspended all the regulations and systems implemented by Westfield. He also put a stop to all the collaborative projects Westfield had initiated, insisting they needed review. This naturally incensed our partners, and the daily operations of the group suffered as a result."

Another executive interjected, "Indeed, none of Westfield's rules were upheld,and Gary failed to implement any new ones. Ultimately, he ended up in the hospital, unable to manage the group's affairs. How is this any different from someone intentionally sabotaging Kenneth Scott?"

"Gary is more of a hindrance than a help!" Hill Park's hand slammed down on the table, her anger palpable yet tinged with a sense of helplessness. Her sudden outburst sent a ripple of fear through the executives. They fell silent, their demeanors akin to startled birds, fearful that Hill Park's wrath might be redirected towards them. "Enough," Hill Park cut through the silence. "I don't care about past events.As of now, I am the Chairman of Kenneth Scott. I decree that from this day forward, you will adhere to the rules set by Westfield without question.Resume all suspended projects immediately and extend apologies to our partners. We must strive to get the group back on track as swiftly as possible." Hill Park's gaze swept over the executives, their cautious expressions reinforcing her decision to not confront Gary. She couldn't stand by and watch Kenneth Scott, a testament to Westfield's hard work,be torn asunder from within.

A collective sigh of relief swept through the executives. "There's hope for the Kenneth Scott yet!" they murmured amongst themselves.

Upon their arrival, they had feared Hill Park might align herself with Gary,spelling certain doom for the Kenneth Scott. But it seemed Hill Park was making a more reasoned decision, far more so than Gary, who...

"His idiocy knows no bounds!" Hill Park muttered to herself. Dismissing the executives, she moved towards the floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze lost in the sprawling cityscape. A sigh escaped her lips as she massaged her temples."Westfield, if only you weren't so stubborn. This is the best I can do to help you."