Charlie chuckled indifferently, "Throughout history, the business world has been a battlefield. It's always about who has the bigger fist. Without strength, you're at the mercy of others. Besides, the market is there for everyone. How did it become the Lesser family's?"

In the business world, many families rise and fall; no family can guarantee its everlasting dominance.

So, Quentin's words, in Charlie's eyes, were nothing but a joke!

Andrew's face darkened for a moment, but he quickly masked it, looking at Charlie with a forced smile, "Mr. Firth, that's a bold statement. I hope you can continue to be so pleased with yourself."

Charlie raised an eyebrow but didn't continue the verbal sparring. Just then, the old lady turned to them, "Alright, let's not stand at the door. Come inside."

Charlie and Nancy nodded politely, following the old master and lady inside.

Quentin was about to follow when Eva suddenly grabbed his hand.

He frowned and looked back at her, "What is it?"

Seeing his suddenly darkened expression, Eva's heart skipped a beat.

She had been with Quentin for twenty years, and she never doubted his love for her. Quentin always pampered and cherished her. If there was any discord between them, it was because of Charlie.

For twenty years, Eva had carefully nurtured their relationship, never probing into Charlie's affairs. They had been loving until Vivian Lesser arrived in Liverton. Following the old lady's orders, Eva started openly inquiring about Charlie.

From that time, she felt Quentin growing distant, a gap she couldn't bridge no matter what she did.

Now, with Charlie in Liverton, she had to choose between Quentin and her son. She didn't want to, but she had to...

"Minglin..."

Her voice trembled softly, pleadingly looking at him, "Can't you just..."

"No, you can't!"

Those three decisive words shattered Eva's last hope.

On one side was her husband, and on the other, her biological son. And for her husband, she owed Charlie too much...

Her eyes suddenly reddened. Grasping Quentin's hand tighter, she almost begged, "It's been so many years. Edward Firth has been dead for a long time. Let the past be the past. Charlie is the child I bore and gave birth to after ten months of hardship. If you really start a conflict with him, I... I..."

She couldn't help but sob towards the end.

Quentin, seeing her tears fall, pressed his lips tightly. He was a man; he couldn't understand a woman's bond with her child. But this was the first time Eva had cried in front of him since their marriage.

His heart felt as if it was being tightly gripped. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing in frustration.

He couldn't bear to hurt her too deeply...

When he opened his eyes, a fleeting pain crossed Quentin's eyes, "I can only promise not to use despicable means against Charlie, because what he is after is my Lesser family's market. Not killing him is already the greatest mercy, considering it's for your sake."