Chapter 483 Embarrassment
Joseph stroked his beard and said, "It's a dead ringer. That's why I said it's fake."
Ryan shot back, "Keep spinning your tales. Let's see what else you got."
"This notebook? Francis wrote it, copying his grandpa's handwriting. And on the last page, he left a note saying it was a fake. You didn't even bother to check the last page, did you? Just grabbed the words you needed." Joseph flipped to the last page and said, "Mr. Dylan Getty's handwriting is right here."
On the last page, Dylan's handwriting was totally different from the rest. Ryan was floored. He never thought he'd been duped by a copy of Francis's forgery. He muttered, "No way, this can't be happening!"
Joseph sneered, "Ryan, you've been Dylan's son for years, and you can't even recognize his handwriting?"
Joseph's face was ice-cold. He added, "You're a real letdown, you know that?"
Ryan was a total disappointment as a son. No wonder Dylan picked Francis as his heir and sent Ryan packing to start a business abroad. Dylan had a keen eye and knew Ryan wouldn't amount to much.
Ryan yelled, "No way!"
He snapped, lunging at Joseph and grabbing his neck, shouting, "Joseph, you're here to ruin me!"
Francis, standing nearby, didn't hesitate to kick Ryan away. Ryan hit the ground, wincing in pain.
"Did you get that on camera?" Ryan barked at his useless bodyguard.
The bodyguard nodded and hid the phone. Ryan laughed triumphantly, "You ungrateful son, kicking your own father. I want everyone to see how the president of the Getty Group treats his dad!"
Everyone was stunned by Ryan's shamelessness.
Joseph said, "Francis, can you clear the room? I need a word with Ryan in private."
Francis nodded; they didn't want their family drama going public. Plus, Ryan was out of control, and if no one stopped him, it could be used against the Getty Group.
Francis announced the meeting was over, saying they'd explain everything once the family matter was settled. The shareholders left, some glad they backed the right horse, while others regretting their choices.
Ryan's bodyguard was also sent out, and Ryan was bitter but couldn't do anything.
Keith was kicked out too. Now, it was just Joseph and Ryan in the room.
Francis stepped out. Keith blurted, "What do you think they're talking about in there?"
Francis didn't even glance at him, not interested in responding.
"Francis, do you really look down on me that much?" Keith laughed bitterly, "Just because your mom's more noble than mine?"
Francis turned to Keith and said slowly, "No one's born noble, but some hearts are born dirty and rotten."
Keith's eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists.
Francis said coolly, "Save your act. I'm not playing along."
Keith couldn't stand Francis's smug, holier-than-thou attitude. The guy acted like he had the whole world on a string.
Keith, always the schemer, kept his cool and said, "What act? We're blood. Nothing changes that."
Francis's face was stone-cold, like Keith wasn't even there.
Keith didn't let up, adding, "Ms. Hernandez is pregnant, huh? So, you got a kid on the way. Two women in your life, man, you're living the dream. How'd you get Harper on board with that? Teach me your ways so I can make my girl happy too."
His tone was dripping with sarcasm, even though he tried to sound sincere. Both of them knew exactly who "his girl" was.
Francis shot back, "I only have one woman, and that is Harper."
His voice was ice-cold, radiating pure hostility, "Remember, she's MY woman. Don't let me hear her name from your mouth again, or you'll regret it."
Keith didn't back down, "No matter how slick you are, you can't change the fact that I'm Dad's son. Even if I can't get into the Getty family, so what? I'm still your brother."
So what if he lost this round? He had all the time in the world for another shot.
"Do you even get what it means to be shut out of the Getty family?" Francis looked at him with disdain, "It means all the Getty Group's assets are off-limits to you, including anything Dad leaves behind. It all goes to me. And anything he gave you? I can take it back."
Keith's face went pale! He thought it was just about reputation, and he was ready to say he didn't care about that. He never expected Dylan to be so cutthroat, leaving him with nothing.
Before he could say another word, the door swung open. Joseph came out first, and Francis quickly moved to support him.
Joseph told Francis, "He agreed to stay out of company business from now on, and this Mr. Bolton won't be working here either."
Keith's face twisted in shock, and he lost it, shouting, "Father!"
Without the Getty Group, Keith was screwed. He wouldn't be able to mess with Francis from the inside!
Ryan, looking like he'd been through hell, weakly said, "Yeah, that's my call."
Keith stood there, frozen in disbelief! Ryan's shoulders slumped, and without looking at Keith, he ordered, "Pack your stuff and come with me."
Keith was stunned, not getting why Ryan had suddenly turned into a pushover. His eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists.
"Is your name Keith?" Joseph suddenly asked.
Keith's face went white, his lips moved, but no words came out.
Joseph said slowly, "Let me give you some advice. Your last name is Bolton. For those things in the world that ain't yours, don't go after them, or you'll be miserable."
Even though he spoke slowly and his voice was old, there was a fierce edge to it.
Keith snapped back, "Why isn't it mine? I'm Ryan's son. Legally, I have a share."
Joseph shook his head and smiled, "Keith, you're still too green."
"If you push me out, you'll regret it. See you in court."
Before he could finish, there was a loud slap. WHAM! Keith's face took a hard hit.
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