Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase

Hundreds of kilometers away in Beicheng, the lights stretched from the front courtyard to the back yard, the typical Chinese architecture revealing a dignified and ancient charm in the night, adorned by the lights, resembling a palace.

In the large study room on the third floor, the currently most powerful elder of the Fu Family sat behind a sandalwood desk, holding a blue and white porcelain tea bowl, listening to the children report their work.

The scent of tea lingered in the room.

Speaking was the second master of the Fu Family, Fu Qizhen, his tone respectful and cautious: "The project’s loss was expected; beginnings are always difficult, and I believe we can get on track next quarter."

Another person snorted coldly: "Second Brother, when you went to ask Dad for the budget, you didn’t give such guarantees. I remember you thumping your chest saying it would definitely be profitable, so how come it’s now an expected loss? Did you forget what you said?"

"Fourth Sister, what are you talking about?" Fu Qizhen’s eyes were cold, responding to Fu Jianfang who was gloating, "Give it to you and you might not achieve this level of completion."

Fu Jianfang did not argue with him, turning her head to the old master seated behind the desk, saying: "Dad, you heard him. Second Brother wants to hand this project over to me."

Fu Qizhen’s face grew long: "You!"

Was that what he meant? She sure knew how to distort it.

"Enough." Mr. Fu heavily placed down the teacup, the lid tilted to the side, swaying on the rim of the bowl, "I didn’t call you here to listen to you quarrel."

Fu Qizhen and Fu Jianfang both fell silent at once.

Mr. Fu’s authority among the four siblings was like Mount Tai, pressing down on them from childhood, and none could defy it; only his eldest grandson dared defy him.