Chapter 395
Jordan’s expression darkened the moment he heard the news. “Don’t underestimate this, Claude.”
Katrina watched the exchange between father and son, sensing tension in the air—something was definitely off at Yancey.
Taking a seat opposite Claude, Jordan spoke cautiously. “I understand your intentions, but right now we’re in a stable position. You left the country after Morgan passed away, and a misstep by the company led to our downfall. Now that we’ve regained control, it’s unwise to provoke conflict with Tyler.”
Claude looked back calmly, asking, “How long do you think we’ll be able to keep control?”
Jordan sighed heavily. “The events in the past were too complex, and you got caught up in them as well. It’s best to focus on recovery for now. Besides, Tyler wouldn’t challenge our ownership because of our family ties. That’s an advantage we shouldn’t squander.”
Jordan hoped the families would maintain peace; despite Morgan’s absence, the connection between them remained.
But Claude pressed, “How long do you think this peace will last?”
Jordan fell silent, wrestling with how to distance himself from the Harrises without harming their partnership.
“We shouldn’t rush,” he finally said. “We’re still in good standing, and we’ll figure something out in time.”
Claude’s calm expression didn’t betray what he truly thought.
Curious and concerned, Katrina asked softly, “Has something happened at Yancey?”
Jordan, unsure of his son’s deeper thoughts, suggested, “Host a tea party and invite Ana and Maisy Harris.”
He hoped that by easing tensions between Claude and Tyler, they could avoid further clashes at future board meetings.
Rebuilding Yancey would require patience and careful maneuvering.
“What do you think, Claude?” Jordan asked.
Claude smiled. “I have no objections. We’ll do as you say.”
“The Harrises will probably bring their new daughter-in-law. Katrina, make sure she’s well taken care of.”
Sophie’s eyes sparkled as she looked at her uncle.
Claude remained quiet, his gaze fixed on the kettle quietly boiling over on the table.
“Okay, I’ll… make the arrangements,” Katrina said reluctantly.
Though she was hesitant to deal with Ana—given her difficult nature—Katrina knew there was no choice this time.
“Reach out to them. Let’s hold the party tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Katrina replied.
Sophie focused on her meal but kept sneaking glances at Claude between bites.