A Plan After the call ended, Blaine, in a bar, grimaced.

His companions nearby couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Blaine, what’s wrong?”

Blaine lit up a cigarette. “Nathaniel demanded that I end my collaboration with Nicholas.”

“Huh? But why? Isn’t Nicholas his younger brother?” someone asked, puzzled.

Before Blaine could respond, another person interjected, “That’s just how it is with powerful families. There’s no room for familial affection. Those two brothers are nothing more than rivals.”

“I see.”

Blaine completely lost his temper. The woman who came over to pour him a drink was abruptly pushed away by him.