Chapter 482 Dylan's Servant
An old man with graying hair, rocking a navy blue silk robe, got helped in by Victor. Ryan squinted; yep, it was Dylan's butler, Joseph Whitney.
Ryan remembered that after Dylan kicked the bucket, Joseph went to Dylan's grave to be a tomb watcher and spend his days. Years flew by, and Ryan had pretty much forgotten about Joseph, thinking he was long gone. But here he was, alive and kicking.
"You ungrateful brat, why don't you let Joseph chill at home? Why drag him out here?" Ryan's voice shook a bit, though he didn't even notice.
Joseph was Dylan's right-hand man, had a lot of clout, and never gave Ryan the time of day back then.
Before Francis could say anything, Joseph jumped in. His voice was old but still had some punch as he boomed, "Ryan, this ain't on Francis. I wanted to come."
Ryan was freaking out inside but forced a smile, saying, "What do you want?"
Joseph replied, "I heard about your recent moves in the Getty Group, and it reminded me of Mr. Dylan Getty's last words."
Joseph stroked his beard and said loudly, "He said Ryan's a loose cannon and told me to step in when needed."
Maybe 'cause he spent so much time with Dylan, Joseph sounded a lot like him. Ryan instinctively looked down to hide his anger, but inside, he was fuming. Dylan had kept him down his whole life, and even in death, his shadow loomed.
Seeing Ryan stay quiet, Francis got on his knees and moved closer, "Father, why don't you show Joseph the letter from Grandpa?"
Joseph perked up, "Oh really? Mr. Dylan Getty's letter? Ryan, why don't you whip it out and let me see?"
Ryan stammered, "There's not much to see. If you want to know, I can just tell you. It's about Dad wanting to bring Keith back into the Getty family..."
Joseph barked, "No way in hell."
Before Ryan could finish, Joseph cut him off sharply. His words stunned everyone!
Keith, standing nearby, looked super pissed. His hands clenched into fists, nails almost drawing blood. Behind his glasses, his eyes glared at Joseph like a demon.
Ryan felt humiliated and shouted, "Joseph, stop talking crap. This is my father's will."
Ryan thought that since Joseph heard it was from Dylan, he'd show some respect. But Joseph shot it down, "He'd never say that. He hated illegitimate kids and always said he'd never acknowledge one, no matter what."
This was to keep gold-digging women from eyeing the Getty Group's fortune.
Dylan lived a clean life and was dead set against any shady stuff. If he were still around, this illegitimate kid wouldn't even get near the Getty Group's door.
Joseph didn't say this to spare Ryan's dignity. He was here to deliver a message, and once done, Ryan would have to deal with it.
But Ryan lost it first. He slammed the table and gritted his teeth, shouting, "Joseph, I respect you as my dad's butler, but have you forgotten you're just a servant of the Getty family?"
There was no respect left in his words. The next second, Ryan ordered his bodyguards, "Get this liar out of here!"
Before the bodyguards could get close, Francis chucked a cup of coffee right at Ryan. Coffee splashed all over Ryan's face, making him look like a total mess.
Ryan snapped, "You bastard, you..."
Francis stepped up and threatened, "Watch your mouth!"
Ryan suddenly found himself tongue-tied. He felt this weird pressure and realized Francis wasn't the kid he used to be. He was now a grown man, standing tall and firm. In front of Francis, Ryan felt like a youngster again, totally suppressed. He had no guts to say anything.
Francis spoke up, "Some of you shareholders might not know who Joseph is, but let me remind you, to Grandpa, Joseph was never just a butler."
Ryan hated being contradicted, but Francis was too close, and he couldn't speak under the pressure.
Francis added slowly, "Back when Grandpa was attacked, it was Joseph who risked his life to save him, not just once. He still has many scars on his body. Grandpa always said in any occasion that Joseph was his friend who had gone through life and death with him. And he never treated Joseph as a servant."
This story was well-known among the older shareholders. Dylan truly saw Joseph as a friend, and it was shocking that Ryan would show such disrespect.
Ryan's treatment of his dad's savior showed his true colors. The shareholders whispered among themselves, making Ryan feel like his face was on fire.
Francis spread his hands and said, "Take out that letter from Grandpa."
Ryan didn't want to, but he had no choice.
Suddenly, Ryan stuffed the paper into his mouth, acting all crazy and jabbering, "You bastard, you want to drive me to death. You don't believe me. Even if I give it to you, you'll still frame me."
No way was he taking the blame. He'd eat the evidence if he had to. But the paper was too dry, and Ryan, whose throat was spoiled by fancy food, couldn't swallow it.
As he struggled, Victor grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to cough it up. So, Ryan coughed up the paper. Victor quickly picked it up and spread it out, shielding Joseph with his body to stop Ryan from making another move.
Joseph took over the paper and, after just a few seconds, called it out. He said, "This isn't Mr. Dylan Getty's handwriting."
Everyone was shocked. No one expected Ryan to forge Dylan's handwriting.
Ryan said angrily, "Joseph, you're just too old and your eyes are failing. Or you're just too dumb. I think you're here to frame me!"
Joseph stayed super calm, turned to Francis, and said, "Francis, please display Dylan's handwritten notes and enlarge this letter for comparison."
After Francis gave the order, Dylan's handwritten notes and the letter were displayed on the big screen for comparison. Ryan looked closely and then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, crossing his arms and mocking, "I told you your old eyes were failing. Isn't this exactly the same?"
He had spent a lot of money to get it meticulously copied and was told it would be identical, or he'd get a full refund.
It did look identical, and even the shareholders found it strange. Wasn't it the same?
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