Problem Youth, Many Problems

The conflict between uncle and nephew.

The shareholders seemed to have no intention of mediating. Instead, they watched the conflict between uncle and nephew with some anticipation, waiting for it to erupt.

Sanchez looked down at his uncle from above. "You'd better shut your mouth. If you have a problem, we can discuss it in private. I have so many guests here, and you're embarrassing me."

"In private?" The president suddenly jolted. He faintly sensed that his nephew might be about to make a move against him.

It was a very strange feeling, but he could sense it.

Actually, when he thought about it carefully, this was only natural.

General had entrusted his younger brother with managing this enterprise. Perhaps, at the beginning, this had not been what they had "agreed" on.

The president had provided funding, weapons, and equipment for General's cause, while General provided Every Moment Company with cheap but high-quality raw materials and everything else it needed.

As Every Moment Company's market value grew higher and higher, the president's position began to become awkward. But he himself had not felt that way. He might not even have noticed anything wrong.

Only now did he realize that the terrifying General in his eyes had actually allowed him to seize control of his vital weakness.

A person with ambition, ability, and the means to put them into practice would not casually place their weakness in someone else's hands—not even if that person was their own younger brother.

At first, Every Moment Company had needed to rely on support from Maliro. Now, the situation had completely reversed. General's cause desperately needed Every Moment Company to provide it with "blood."

Every Moment Company had risen above General and his armed organization. Without the massive funds Every Moment Company poured in each