And the governnt policy hasn’t been finalized yet.
Previously, he sold off Hall Clan shares to purchase the pieces of land Jones planned to invest in, or put money into so governnt projects that haven’t even begun.
He had believed these projects would yield guaranteed returns and poured most of his money into them, leaving his cash flow strained now.
When the Hall Clan’s stock price drops, he won’t be able to buy back half of the Hall Clan for himself.
He’s feeling anxious now—those governnt projects aren’t starting, and his funds are trapped within them.
If Harry Hall buys over 50% of the Hall Clan’s shares before he can, the Hall Clan will fall into Harry’s hands.
At this thought, William Hall grew restless.
Ever since openly clashing with his eldest son, he’s found every step he takes to be unusually difficult, with outcos deviating from his expectations.
Leanne Richards didn’t want to argue with William Hall anymore; after so many years, even arguing had grown exhausting.
However, William’s words just now solidified her determination to push her son together with Clarke Ainley. She was resolute that Helen lendy, that curse, could not stand in her son’s way.
Leanne glanced at William, let out a cold snort, and headed upstairs.
William watched Leanne as she walked away.
If it weren’t for this useless woman who couldn’t even hold her son’s loyalty, he might’ve been able to extract so of Harry Hall’s leverage from her.
That Helen lendy—what a resilient life she has. Even in her current condition, she’s still clinging to life.
His recent clashes with Harry Hall had left William agitated and increasingly impatient. He was desperate to resolve this matter, to drive Harry out of the Hall Clan.
At this mont, Harry Hall entered from outside, spotting William at ho without any surprise.
The old fox has been making bold moves lately, but none of them have co to fruition—clearly, he’s growing anxious.
Harry didn’t greet William, but surprisingly, it was William who initiated a greeting with an unusually warm deanor.
"Harry, back already."
His expression even carried a trace of an ingratiating smile.
Harry gave him a glance, his eyes flickering with contemplation.
He knew William wouldn’t put on a kind face for him without reason. Most likely, things had gone wrong with his investnts, and now he was panicking—trying to curry favor?
Harry sneered inwardly but kept his outward expression calm, rely nodding lightly in response, "Mm."
As he said this, he began heading upstairs but was stopped by William calling out to him, "Harry."
"What is it?"
Harry turned back to look at him, his gaze cold, showing no intention of engaging in further conversation.
Facing Harry’s indifference, William put on an awkward smile, attempting an air of fatherly concern as he asked:
"How’s your fiancée doing with her recovery?"
Harry looked at him and sneered, "How well do you *wish* my fiancée were recovering?"
He fired back, causing the smile on William’s face to remain frozen for a brief mont.
This ti, Harry didn’t rush upstairs. Instead, he stood with his hands in his pockets, imposing an air of dominance that ca crashing down on William.
For a fleeting mont, William’s expression faltered.
Having been the Head of the Hall Family for decades, perched at the top, he had always carried an aura of superiority. It had been a long ti since he felt the unsettling pressure of being overshadowed by another’s presence.
He stared at Harry for a while before forcing himself to smile and reply:
"Your fiancée is my future daughter-in-law. Naturally, I hope for her to recover well."
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