CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: UNSPEAKABLE SECRETS

When Melody Thorne arrived at the Adler Family’s place, the banquet had already started. All the Adlers were on stage, and she found a spot in a corner to sit down.

"As everyone knows, we’ve invited you all here today in front of numerous journalists and media outlets because Caleb’s condition has improved. I plan to give him ten percent of my shares. I’ve always treated him like my own son, so I won’t let him miss out on anything that belongs to the Adler Family,

Our Ivy is also going to be in a new play and no longer needs my support, but since Caleb’s condition has just improved, I will continue to support him."

Applause erupted below the stage. What everyone saw was an image more benevolent than that of a loving father, and many were deeply moved.

"Alright, that’s all for today. The main purpose was to have everyone bear witness," George Adler spoke, "Please, make yourselves comfortable. I apologize if the hospitality is inadequate.

In just a few sentences, there was no opportunity for Caleb to speak; a verbal promise of ten percent of the shares was all it took to dismiss him.

Melody Thorne chuckled coldly. She didn’t believe Caleb would be so kind to let the Adlers off just like that.

"Mr. Adler, we’ve heard before that everything that the Adler Family has now belongs to Young Master Adler. Is that true?"

As soon as George Adler finished speaking, a swarm of journalists gathered around, incisive with their questions.

"Is it true that the previous assets of the Adler Family, including the company, were left to Young Master Adler by his father? Now, are you trying to dismiss Young Master Adler with just ten percent of the shares?"

"Will the Adler Corporation return what originally belonged to Young Master Adler?"

George Adler clearly had not expected the journalists to raise such questions in front of so many guests at this moment. He had laid everything out clearly for them when they entered. How could this be happening...

"Mr. Adler, could you please answer our questions? Wasn’t the purpose of today’s banquet to clarify these matters?"

George Adler’s face grew increasingly somber as he signaled to the security guards nearby to stop those questioning journalists.

"Why is Mr. Adler not answering our questions?"

"Mr. Adler, what does it mean when you have security stop us? Does the Adler Family have some undisclosed secrets?"

"Impossible!" George Adler couldn’t maintain his composure and was about to make up an excuse to brush things off. "Caleb’s condition has just improved, and he’s not capable of handling something as significant as taking over the company. I’m afraid he might do something detrimental to the company or make a contractual mistake that would lose money for the company."

His words were reasonable, and the people below expressed their agreement, considering Caleb’s previous reputation.

"So what about Young Master Adler? Why hasn’t he come out? On an occasion like this, shouldn’t Young Master Adler say something?"

"His condition is unstable, so he’s resting."

Just as George Adler finished speaking, all the journalists turned their eyes toward the backstage area.

All the cameras immediately focused on that man—a luxurious white suit, one hand in his pocket, standing aloof and proud. His handsome face was tinged with a sickly pallor that exuded a sense of aloofness and detachment, yet that face was also extraordinarily striking.

"Young Master Adler," someone from the crowd came to their senses and called his name loudly, and everyone else then realized he was Caleb...

He was completely different from his previous image, worlds apart.