Like an ant on a hot pan, Karen called Jeremy over.

Not too long after his arrival came Felipe’s.

Dressed in a black suit, Felipe’s normally elegant and gentlemanly aura was tinged with a hit of dominance.

Realizing Old Master Whitman, Jeremy, and the rest of the Whitman family were present, Felipe had his assistant hand over a document before going straight to the point.

“This house is now mine. Considering our relationship, I’ll give you one day to pack everything and move out.”

Karen jumped up and pointed a finger to rage at Felipe. “Felipe, you *sshole! How could you scheme to snatch away the assets under the Whitmans’ name? You already took Whitman Corporations, but now you’re taking the old master’s retirement house too? You have no conscience!”

Felipe smiled unconcernedly. “Conscience?”

His dark eyes shone with an ironic glint.

“We wouldn’t be here if you guys had a conscience.”

“What… What are you trying to say?”

Felipe scoffed and met Jeremy’s deep gaze wit