Chapter 694 Owen Will Lose Everything
Marshall had already arrived at Hawthorne family, accompanied by his lawyer, assistant, and bodyguards.
Owen entered with Avery and Deborah, smiling as he spoke, "Dad, what are you up to today?"
Marshall snorted. "You'll know once Connor gets here."
Owen's face darkened; he had a good idea of what Marshall was planning.
With a sullen expression, Owen went to the side and sat on the sofa.
He was confident that Connor wouldn't dare to compete with him, nor would he want to.
He wouldn't come.
Even if he did, he wouldn't want shares of the Hawthorne Group.
Connor was too hung up on his past experiences.
"Dad." Deborah walked over to Owen, looking a bit worried. "What's going on with Grandpa? Didn't he was on his last legs? How come he's back and looking so well? He doesn't seem to be here with good intentions."
Owen snorted. "He doesn't have many days left."
He wanted Marshall dead.
As long as Marshall died and Connor didn't want to compete with him, he would win.
In fact, Connor had always been determined to win, but Owen didn't believe Connor would come back to fight for the family assets.
Connor had left the Hawthorne family years ago to become a psychologist, and his attitude had been very committed.
"Call Connor, why isn't he here yet?" Marshall glanced at the time, frowning.
"Dad, Connor has always been willful. Just say what you need to; there's no need to wait for him. He's not coming back." Owen sneered, getting up and walking over to Marshall.
As soon as Connor dared to leave his neighborhood and head this way, the people Owen had arranged would take him out.
He had already had Deborah set it up.
On the side, Avery, who had been quietly watching, clenched her phone and secretly sent a message to Connor: [Be careful.]
Owen was a madman, and she had to ensure everything went smoothly.
Today, it would be difficult for Connor to make it to the Hawthorne family.
Marshall looked at Owen with a grim expression. "He's your brother!"
"We're not even from the same mother," Owen leaned back in his chair disdainfully, speaking coldly.
"You're a complete bastard!" Marshall was shaking with anger, struggling to breathe.
"Sir, calm down," the assistant said nervously, afraid that something might happen to Marshall.
Owen, however, laughed. He certainly hoped Marshall would die from anger right now.
"Owen, you're a bastard!" Marshall slammed the table, trembling with rage. "Do you think I don't know what you've done to Connor? Let me tell you, if you think you can get my inheritance, you're dreaming!"
Owen's face instantly darkened, glaring at Marshall. "You're so biased."
"A scumbag like you doesn't deserve it!" Marshall threw Owen's online scandals paper onto the table. "Look at yourself. A despicable, filthy animal like you—if the Hawthorne Group falls into your hands, I'd be letting down our ancestors!"
Owen stood up in a fury. "Isn't this all your fault? I told you I don't like women, but you broke my legs to force me to marry and have children."
Avery, on the side, was stunned.
"Dad, you played with women a lot as well, or how else would you have Deborah?" Avery said nonchalantly, looking at Deborah. "She really takes after you."
Deborah glared at Avery angrily. "Shut up!"
"Nah. What are you going to do about it?" Avery laughed, leaning back on the sofa with a smug look.
Today, the Hawthorne family was destined to be lively.
"Avery, call Connor and tell him to come quickly." Marshall still trusted Avery; at least she hadn't inherited Owen's traits.
But Christopher was ruined. He was too much like Owen.
Avery nodded. "Okay, Grandpa."
Owen glared at Avery angrily. "Are you betraying me?"
"Dad, you're putting me in a tough spot. If I side with you, I'm disrespecting Grandpa. If I side with Grandpa, I'm unfilial you. I'm stuck, but I have to listen to Grandpa since he's older." Avery smirked, getting up to call Connor.
But no one answered on Connor's end.
Connor got home and hurried upstairs, pushing open the door to see Tom running on the treadmill.
Connor's voice trembled a bit. "Did you see anything outside the door?"
Tom jumped off the treadmill, took a sip of water, and looked puzzled. "Was that stuff outside yours? I thought someone had thrown out trash, so I told the cleaner to take it away. It wasn't important, right?"
Connor was stunned for a moment, then sighed in relief. "No, it's fine. Throwing it away is good."
Tom nodded. "Hurry up and cook; I'm hungry."
Connor glanced at the time. "I need to go back to the Hawthorne family."
Tom instinctively said, "I'll go with you!"
Connor was taken aback, looking at Tom.
Usually, he wouldn't do anything without getting paid.
"You let me drive your car; it's only right I act as your driver, isn't it?" Tom said again. "Don't overthink it. You're all wet; go change your clothes, and I'll take you there."
Connor looked at Tom suspiciously, feeling something was off, but couldn't pinpoint it.
Once Connor went into the bedroom, Tom's expression darkened.
He had just used the best disguise of his life.
Clenching his fingers, Tom glanced at his phone. Ethan had sent a message telling him to protect Connor no matter what today.
"You don't need to take me; I'll go there myself." Connor came out after changing.
Owen's people wouldn't let him return to the Hawthorne family so easily.
So he had to avoid dragging Tom into this.
"I'm just killing time anyway; might as well get some exercise," Tom said, stretching his neck.
Tom thought, 'Owen will be dead meat.'
Connor could only take Tom along.
For some reason, having Tom with him made him feel safer.
"In a bit, take the Chevrolet and go out the front gate. Don't draw too much attention." Connor told Tom to drive the cheapest car in the garage.
Tom was shocked. "You have such a cheap car?"
"To avoid suspicion." Connor got in the car, telling Tom to be careful.
Tom nodded. "Don't worry. I'll get you there safely."
Connor smiled wryly. "Let's go quickly. Safety first."
On the way back to the Hawthorne family, Connor received a call.
"Hello?" The voice on the other end was a young boy's.
"Dr. Hawthorne, I've made up my mind. I agree to call the police. I'll testify, and I've convinced the other victims to join me in proving that Owen abused minors and coerced us into taking illegal drugs."
Connor's lips curled up. "Good. I'll have my assistant come pick you up and take you to the police station to file a report."
Connor pondered, 'Owen, today is your doomsday.'
"Watch out!" Suddenly, a car came speeding towards them.
Tom instinctively slammed on the brakes and lunged forward to shield Connor just as the car crashed into them.
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