My American magical life
Chapter 625 - 625 106 Choices_2

625: Chapter 106: Choices_2 625: Chapter 106: Choices_2 Walking through the long corridor of the estate, the twilight light shone on Antony through the windows on one side of the corridor.

The warmth of the evening winter sun was scant, but Antony felt a long-missed warmth of kinship emanating from his daughter.

They should have had a proper talk long ago, yet over all these years, it truly never happened.

“The conflict between you and Achilles has been going on for many years, and it was his fault.

He’s so much older than you and should have indulged you a bit.”

Pushing her father’s wheelchair, Temir didn’t emphasize too much on her problems with Achilles.

“There’s no conflict, Daddy.

Sometimes my brother can be a bit controlling, but it’s for my own good.”

Antony closed his eyes, unsure whether he was happy or not.

Seeing the change in his daughter brought some joy to Antony, but it was overshadowed by sadness.

As a rational patriarch of a capitalist family, he was relieved to see Mi’er gradually maturing, but as a father burdened with guilt, he did not want her to mature.

It would be nice if she could forever remain an impetuous young lady, alas.

As a parent, one hopes their child to be mature, strong, and resilient, but also wishes their child never actually needs to be—this complex sentiment is only understood by parents.

“Mi’er, you don’t have to defend him.

What he did was outrageous.

Sending Forbes to California— I know exactly why he did it, and I’ll reprimand him for it.”

Although Antony’s illness left him unable to move freely for many years, his control over the family was far from being usurped by Achilles.

The thing that Achilles did was indeed a bit excessive, bringing internal family strife out into the open.

Internal fighting is acceptable, but one must never involve external forces in the fray, as that is the root of decay.

Therefore, Antony decided to give Mi’er a hand—even before she asked for it.

“No need, my brother means well, Gru…

Do you know Gru?”

Antony lit his pipe and took a deep inhale before asking.

“That corrupt cop?”

Temir glanced at the servant, the servant glanced at Antony, and Antony gave him a scowl, causing the servant to leave the room, aggrieved.

Our family has been dogs to the Caramakris Family for generations, can’t you trust me!

No, I must be even more loyal in the future!

“Daddy, the situation with Gru is much more complex than I thought.

I suspected he might be involved in some illegal activities, like smuggling, but it turned out that he’s involved in far too many illegal activities.

Now, on one hand, I have business dealings with him, and on the other, he serves as a pretext for my interactions with Niu Sen.

What should I do, you tell me?”

If CEO Cheng or Achilles were here, they’d be too shocked to speak, given the significant amount of information in Mi’er’s words.

Antony smoked his pipe, his other hand caressing the paintbox Mi’er had brought him, and he refrained from expressing his position for a long time.

Temir sensed something and her expression tightened.

She tried to force a smile but feared giving herself away, so she ultimately simply watched her father intently, without any superfluous movements or words.

“Ah, it’s a big trouble.

What do you think we should do, Mi’er?

I’d like to hear your thoughts first.”

The old fox didn’t give away anything, even tossing the ball right back to Temir.

Antony is Temir’s father.

He would be delighted by his daughter’s visit, thrilled by her gifts, and comforted by her growth.

But he is also the leader of the Caramakris Family, the leader of a capital conglomerate that has spanned several eras.

He is more rational and more ruthless than the vast majority of power brokers in the world.

The behavior of political leaders can be foolish and clownish, but the actions of capital leaders have always operated on the logic of capital.

They thrive by this, and the tumultuous ages have washed away those foolish capital conglomerates, leaving behind none that were simple characters.

In the average novel, even leaders have flaws, as everyone has flaws.

Of course, Antony had his, such as being confined to a wheelchair, or his failure to handle family relationships properly.

But beyond these few flaws, he, who stood at the pinnacle of humanity, could not afford to make mistakes in critical matters—he dared not.

The millennial legacy of the Caramakris weighed on him; how could he dare to let personal sentiments affect his judgment?

Antony wasn’t eager to take a clear stand; he was more concerned about what his daughter really wanted to do now.

Mi’er, tell me, what do you want to do?

“Kill him.

Right now, I just want to be an ordinary tycoon, but Gru is very…

he’s from the bottom rung, Daddy, and he’s ruthless.”

As her father remained silent, Temir’s heart felt like a boat without support, constantly sinking into an unfathomable darkness.

Daddy, what do you want me to be like?

“So, Daddy, I think the best way is to find someone to kill him, so as not to impact our Caramakris Family, otherwise those worthless people will jeopardize our safety.”

Temir continued to make her position clear, standing firmly on the side of the Caramakris.

Antony tapped his pipe and sighed.

“You’ve really grown up, haha, Mi’er, you’ve gained a lot from your business endeavors these last few years.”

He had many children, but only Achilles and Mi’er stood out.

The elite education in America is rigorous and elite, but not everyone educated there is elite.

Moreover, even if they are elite, that does not mean much; what Antony expected was not for them to simply become elite and that being enough.