A tragic catastrophe of kin slaughtering kin within a wealthy family.
Finn Osborn was still sighing in his heart: [Tragic, truly too tragic!]
Harry had no idea that his younger brother had already played out an entire drama about him in his mind; he only noticed Finn continuing to draw on the tablet, while the suit-clad miniature on the table stepped down from the conference table and began to engage in 1v1 battles with the miniatures surrounding the round table, constantly firing light waves to defeat all the miniatures.
Finally, the little figure climbed back onto the table and stood with its hands on its hips.
A small crown representing victory was placed diagonally over his bangs.
".." Harry Osborn, who had been placed in the role, felt an especially complex surge of emotions for a moment, his expression shifting from cold and somber to a look of helpless resignation. He did not know whether to marvel that this was actually a comic strip, to question why this little figure could fire light beams, or to reproach Finn for doing something so childish during such a serious meeting.
As the meeting reached its second half, Finn Osborn could not even be bothered to pretend to listen to the meeting anymore, focusing entirely on his drawing instead. He even had the leisure at the end to take that comic strip from earlier and edit it into an animation.
Harry: ".." After a whole meeting, you certainly haven't been idle either.
After the lengthy meeting finally ended, Finn, who had been stifled for far too long, practically shot up from his seat, itching to leave this dull and boring conference room and fly out into the colorful world outside.
"Finn, stay behind," Harry said in a low voice.
The executives in the conference room exchanged glances in an instant, their eyes harboring a tacit understanding—they were about to have a private quarrel. No matter how curious they were, none dared to linger; the group hurriedly lowered their heads, packed up their documents, retreated from the battlefield with light footsteps.
"Fine." Finn leaned back into his chair with a sense of lethargy.
“Father's will was written very clearly; I have full control over the Group.” Harry's knuckles tapped lightly against the table, his gaze carrying the indifference of a man in power. "If you have any objections to the will, you can find a lawyer and file a lawsuit. There is no need to come here and disrupt the meeting."
Harry suddenly thought of that "Suit Little Man KO's the Whole Crowd" GIF, the tension in his brow unconsciously eased; he then felt that Finn was still just an immature child. Regardless, he was still better than those cunning, self-serving executives, not to mention he was his brother.
Thinking of this, Harry paused, his tone shifting slightly. "If you are.. if you're running low on money.."
Harry also knew that Finn's expenses were enormous, as he was constantly spending money on parties. This month in particular, he was buying just about everything, furthermore, no matter how ridiculous the investment, Finn was willing to hand over a sum of money to those "so-called" friends. While Harry certainly felt that this version of Finn was unreliable, he truly hadn't done anything out of line. He feared that Finn had come to the company because he had run out of money.
At this point, Harry truly began to consider whether he needed to give Finn an extra sum of money each month, but he wondered just how much would be appropriate. After all, the monthly trust fund of 250,000 USD was already enough for Finn to squander, he couldn't let Finn continue to indulge himself just like his father did.
On what grounds?" As soon as Finn heard that an opportunity had arrived, he deliberately slammed his hands on the table and stood up, asking back with bold momentum, "On what grounds is the entire Osborn Group yours, while I can't even enter a single conference room! We are brothers; why do you sit in that position while I don't even have the right to participate in decision-making?
Harry frowned, his gaze falling upon Finn's eyes.
They were a pair of clean, bright green eyes.
His pupils were like emeralds soaked in morning dew, carrying a hint of childish earnestness.
It was a stark contrast to his cold, dark green eyes.
Harry was used to seeing greed and ambition in many people's eyes, but Finn's eyes were different. He seemed to be simply "arguing with him," angry because of "his father's injustice," believing that as his brother, he had snatched away the cake that should have belonged to him.
It wasn't that Harry lacked the ability to empathize; if Norman Osborn's will had been to hand over the entire Osborn Group to Finn, he likely would have found it absolutely unacceptable as well.
To be honest, he didn't exactly like this younger brother, but he didn't hate him either.
In his memory, they had always seemed to have a distant relationship, afterward, they lived separately in the United States and the United Kingdom. Perhaps it was because the blood ties within the Osborn family were inherently weak; it wasn't until before Norman Osborn died that Harry saw his younger brother again.
This younger brother was completely different from him, appearing almost like two extremes.
Finn is someone who loves excitement, parties, fun; even as the "rich second generation" young master of the Osborn Group, Finn has gained some fame on social media.
Harry had also seen some photos circulating on social media: under the colorful party lights, Finn held a glass of orange juice, his eyes curved into two gentle arcs, his smile as bright as scattered starlight.
With a prestigious family background and a generous nature—he wouldn't even get angry at being treated like a "fool" while being coaxed into spending money—combined with that youthful, handsome face, it was no wonder a crowd always swirled around him, finding all sorts of ways to keep him happy. After all, a wealthy heir who was both so pure and so generous was truly a rare sight.
"I thought that, compared to managing complex corporate affairs that you aren't particularly good at, having money to play around at will would be more in line with your attitude toward life," Harry said with a sigh, fearing that their father likely thought so as well.
Exactly!" Finn nodded frantically in his mind. "If I have time to sit here and attend meetings, why not go do something much more fun!
I finally became a person! Am I meant to live just to attend meetings?!
Although his thoughts had been guessed correctly, Finn's heart began to race, but he naturally could not say so out loud. Finn was determined to fulfill the persona of the "brainless brat who wants to snatch up an inheritance that doesn't belong to him" that he had envisioned for his brother—he was going to be in direct opposition to his older brother.
"This is the Osborn Group; I want to sit in that position too," Finn said with force, his gaze staring stubbornly at Harry.
"Do you even have the ability to sit there?" Harry was so exasperated by Finn that he laughed.
You look down on me!" Finn was also provoked, immediately pretending to be even more furious. "Harry Osborn, you're only two years older than me!
Yeah, I'm only two years older than you." Harry's green eyes were cold, looking at his younger brother with a sense of casual mockery and arrogance. He chuckled in a contemptuous tone, "But I was able to obtain dual degrees in [Biomedical Engineering] and [Finance and Management] from Oxford University. What about you? You took a gap year just to play around, even now, you haven't even set foot inside a university.
".." The confidence Finn had just been so boldly asserting had vanished by half in an instant.
With the genius of his older brother Harry serving as such a perfect foil, Finn did indeed seem quite useless. As long as Norman's brain was functioning properly, he would know exactly which son should be given the group.
You're going to be the Chairman of the Osborn Group?" The warmth completely vanished from Harry Osborn's green eyes, his mocking voice pressing in step by step. "On what grounds? On the grounds that all you know is spending money, throwing parties, indulging in pleasure? On your ability to squander trust funds? Or on your vision, having never even set foot in a university?
Finn's head lowered further and further, not daring to meet Harry's gaze under the overwhelming pressure.
You don't know anything, yet you dare to demand the Chairman's position just with your mouth?" Harry's tone grew even colder. "I am not my father; I will not indulge you without limits.
Do you even know how to make money? How much do you actually know about the Osborn Group? Do you even know how many supply chains there are?" A haughty, disdainful curve formed at the corner of Harry's mouth. "Those old fogies following Norman—which one of them isn't a starving wolf eyeing my position? They are all scheming to swallow the Osborn Group! With your meager skills, if it were you, what would you do? Invite them on a cruise? Or try to make friends with them to see if you could squeeze more money out of the Osborns?
Finn Osborn: ".." Not daring to speak up. Stop scolding me, stop scolding me, I was wrong.
Previously, as a System, Finn had only ever engaged in one-on-one verbal sparring with his host.
—He had no experience in verbal sparring with anyone!
Harry's insults left Finn unable to even lift his head, making him feel that he had truly overstepped his bounds. As expected of the CEO who held a firm grip on the Osborn Group, every word of his verbal onslaught pierced straight to the heart, truly making him feel utterly humiliated.
He had still thought too simply. Although Finn had seen the host dominating the negotiation table many times before, when it came to himself, he could only be left speechless.
The younger brother, who had marched into the company with such bravado to fight for the family inheritance, was now pinned down in the conference room by his older brother, being scolded mercilessly in the calmest of tones, not daring to utter a single word.
Finn thought about it and felt it was tragic.
System PP: [Angst detected! Angst value +0.5%.]
Finn: "??".. Forget it, you can keep cursing.
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Chapter 2: Exposed Identity
Harry could practice empathy, but even after thinking it over, he still didn't know what Finn was dissatisfied about.
Although it was said that the succession of the Osborn Group fell into his hands, Harry merely felt that Norman Osborn had made a rational and correct decision. Furthermore, bearing a business empire certainly represented an immense and heavy responsibility. Behind this family legacy lay the livelihoods of tens of thousands of people, intricate cooperation agreements with various factions, the predatory gazes of those old foxes on the board of directors; even Harry was overwhelmed with work every single day.
But the path his father paved for Finn was the easiest one.
With a monthly trust fund of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars arriving on time, Finn didn't even need to attend university; he only cared about indulging at parties, living as the most carefree "Young Master Osborn."
The media, the public, everyone within the Group believed that his father was biased toward him, but only Harry Osborn knew the truth—
Indulgence without the burden of responsibility is the truest form of favoritism.
But Finn did not understand that this young man was standing right in front of him at this moment.
He no longer possessed any of the momentum he had previously used to slam the table and challenge him; instead, he stood there with his head bowed, looking utterly aggrieved. His oversized white casual clothes made his frame appear somewhat thin. The young man didn't dare utter a single sound, his lower lip pressed tightly against his teeth, standing there dejectedly taking his reprimand like a subordinate being scolded by him.
Harry's Adam's apple bobbed, the caustic words that had just been rushing to his lips were suddenly stuck in his throat.
He even began to subconsciously wonder if his words just now had been too harsh.
After Harry fell silent, the entire conference room fell into silence once again.
Harry only saw that Finn still seemed unable to speak, merely stealing a glance upward to cautiously observe his expression. Those green eyes had lost the bright luster they possessed when he first burst into the conference room; instead, they were misty, filled with a hint of tension and fear.
Perhaps he was frightened by him.. It made sense; besides him, who else would speak so harshly to Finn?
This young master, who could earn two hundred and fifty thousand US dollars a month just by lying around, had always been pampered and coddled by those around him; even his father favored him, he likely hadn't heard such sharp mockery in all his nineteen years.
Seeing Finn's timid manner, Harry's anger instantly dissipated. He even began to reflect on whether he had intentionally taken out his recent frustrations and accumulated irritability on Finn just now.
"Why don't you.. scold me a few more times?" Finn Osborn suddenly spoke up, his voice muffled and filled with a cautious, tentative air.
—Maybe if he curses a few more times, the angst will increase even more?
—0.5% might be small, but it's still 0.5%!
Harry laughed, though it was unclear whether he was laughing out of anger or because he found it inexplicably amusing.
What if I curse a few more times? Do you think that will get you any benefits?
Harry couldn't understand what Finn was thinking; he simply assumed his younger brother had also used this method to get benefits from their father, Norman Osborn. After all, Harry lived in the UK, while Finn had always stayed in the United States and had spent more time with their father. Perhaps in the past, the young man would just act cute, Norman would transfer him some extra money for his travels.
You and Father are just like each other—neither of you gives me the chance to demonstrate my own abilities!" Seeing that Harry's emotions toward him had softened, Finn saw him attempting to provoke a conflict once again. Although his tone was defiant, he no longer dared to shout, "What right do you have to say I lack the ability to do this?
"During the meeting just now, how many models of Power Armor New Era are going to be released to the public at the press conference? How much of their respective core mobility data can you remember?" Hearing Finn say this, Harry asked casually.
Finn froze on the spot, the "anger" on his face turning rigid; this topic had changed far too abruptly.
[It's coming, it's coming! Finn, look here!]
System PP even forgot the standardized template tone from its system training at this moment, as the electronic boyish voice excitedly and frantically popped up a large number of meeting minutes, clearly delighted that he had actually predicted the exam topics in advance.
Finn immediately saw a vast array of meeting minutes appear before his eyes in floating frames.