Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1067

Especially a deeply entrenched dynasty like the Lance family.

They received a massive monthly trust fund allowance, more money than an average citizen could spend in a lifetime.

Even with the bitter blood feud between them, Owen had never cut off their stipends, mostly to avoid unnecessary boardroom gossip.

"Beg on the streets? Lawrence, does that mean you don't want your family trust allowance anymore?"

The moment Owen finished speaking, Jocelyn shrieked again, "Don't you dare!"

"Didn't your son just swear he'd beg to feed you?"

The corner of Owen's mouth curled into a mocking smirk.

"Could your heart get any blacker?"

"Not as black as yours, home-wrecker."

Jocelyn ground her teeth. She violently cursed the hitman from all those years ago for taking her money but botching the job and not wiping them all out.

Leaving this menace alive guaranteed she would never know a day of peace.

"Owen, let's not let the bitterness of the older generation poison the brotherhood between you two, alright?"

Richard attempted one last, desperate plea.

"Sigh, this actually has absolutely nothing to do with the past. He dug his own grave.

Last time, Lawrence deliberately electrocuted a worker just to take a shot at me. Next time, he might just try to put a bullet in my head.

You think I'd let a liability like that on my payroll?"

"But he is your brother. He needs to make a living. He's young; you can't just leave him rotting at home, right?"

Richard shamelessly pestered his eldest son.

"If he doesn't want to sit idle, he has options. Why ruin my company?

He can go work for someone else. Oh, wait, with his stellar character, no one would touch him with a ten-foot pole. Let him... do your household chores."

Lawrence was blindingly furious. He absolutely despised the working class, but he could never admit that out loud.

Jocelyn glared daggers at Owen. The monster was blatantly degrading her son, but she couldn't formulate a comeback. Likewise, she couldn't admit she shared the exact same snobbery.

Meanwhile, Richard was entirely caught off guard by the word 'Father.' Owen hadn't called him that in years.

He hadn't expected to hear it today of all days.

It was true, he was his biological father. He had loved him dearly when he was a child and had planned a bright future for his eldest son. But everything rotted the moment he let Jocelyn into his life...

Snapping out of his daze, Richard looked at Owen. "How could your brother scrub floors?"

"If he doesn't want to scrub floors, he can become an entrepreneur.

As for the startup capital... I recall you throwing millions at your mistress back in the day. Her personal vault must be stacked high enough to rival a small country.

She could pawn a single piece of jewelry and easily fund his venture."