Rebirth: What to do if you fall into a wolf's den

In the ancient and prosperous castle, Helian Minxiao was standing in the study of the Duke of O'Reilly's magnificent manor. The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and the candlelight inside the room flickered, reflecting the solemn faces of the two people.

"Grandma, after days of unremitting efforts, I finally lifted the fog."

Helian Minxiao's voice was steady and powerful. He handed over a secret letter, which contained detailed evidence of how Anthony, the young master of the Wilson family, secretly planned to seize the important business network of the O'Reilly family in the eastern part of the empire.

Duke O'Reilly took the secret letter, glanced through it quickly, frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. "Sure enough, it's the Wilson family! They are resentful of you for breaking off your engagement with Anne, and they resorted to such despicable means!"

Helian Minxiao shook his head gently, his eyes flashing with a light of insight. "Grandma, please calm down. Although I agree that the Wilson family is to blame for this matter, in my opinion, this may not be Mr. Wilson's original intention.

If it was really his instruction, how could I find out the truth so easily?

This is more like Master Anthony's youthful vigor, impulsive behavior, brave but not wise."

Upon hearing this, Duke O'Reilly nodded thoughtfully. She knew that Helian Minxiao's analytical ability was extraordinary, so she asked, "Then, in your opinion, how should we respond?"

Helian Minxiao smiled slightly and said confidently: "We might as well present this evidence directly to Mr. Wilson and let him witness what his son did with his own eyes.

In this way, he not only had no excuse to bring up the matter of breaking off the engagement, but also could not take any form of revenge against the O'Reilly family. As for the compensation agreed upon before, there was naturally no need to mention it again.

This move will not only demonstrate the tolerance and generosity of our O'Reilly family, but will also allow the Wilson family to re-evaluate their relationship with us."

After hearing this, Duke O'Reilly could not help but admire Helian Minxiao's foresight, and he immediately gave the order.

"Just do as you say! Immediately arrange for someone to personally deliver this evidence together with my letter to Mr. Wilson. At the same time, please ask him to give me a clear answer as to whether the Wilson family still cherishes the friendship between the Wilson family and the O'Reilly family."

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In the soft afternoon sunlight, an unusual atmosphere permeated the study in Wilson Manor.

Mr. Wilson sat at his large and heavy desk, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over the letter from Duke O'Reilly on the desk and the neatly arranged evidence folders next to it.

At first, he thought it was just an ordinary letter in daily correspondence, but as he thought more deeply, a hint of surprise quietly crept into his heart.

He slowly opened the envelope. The handwriting on the letter was elegant and powerful, just like the Duke of O'Reilly himself, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

As he read further, Mr. Wilson's expression gradually became complicated, with surprise mixed with anger that was difficult to conceal.

In the letter, the Duke of O'Reilly described in detail with a calm and objective touch how Anthony secretly planned and attempted to damage the business interests of the O'Reilly family. Every sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart.

"This...how is this possible!" Mr. Wilson whispered to himself. He knew very well that Duke O'Reilly was fair and rigorous, and that these evidences could not be groundless.

At the same time, he recalled the recent rumors about the O'Reilly family's difficulties, and a chill ran down his spine. He never expected that the mastermind behind all this was his own son.

The mixed emotions of anger and disappointment made Mr. Wilson almost unable to control himself. He quickly picked up the phone on the desk, pressed the keyboard quickly, and dialed Anthony's number.

On the other end of the phone, Anthony was immersed in laughter and joy with his friends, unaware of the coming storm.

"Anthony, go home immediately!" Mr. Wilson's voice came through the phone line, with unquestionable majesty and a barely perceptible tremor.

Anthony was stunned when he heard this, and then he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

"Dad, what happened?" he asked tentatively, but the person on the other end of the phone had hung up, leaving only a busy tone.

Anthony looked at the phone in his hand, his heart full of doubts and confusion. He looked around and found that his friends were looking at him with concern.

He forced a smile and explained to his friends: "Sorry, I have some things to deal with at home. Let's get together next time."

After saying that, he hurriedly left the bar.

Along the way, Anthony's mind kept replaying his father's words on the phone, as well as the implicit anger and disappointment.

He realized that this matter might be far more serious than he had imagined.

He sped up, feeling both nervous and anxious, hoping to get home as soon as possible and figure out what was going on.

The moment he pushed open the door and stepped into the study, he saw his father standing at the window with his back to him, looking particularly heavy and tired.

He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage and walked towards his father, ready to face the coming storm.

"Father, I'm back." Anthony's voice was a little hoarse. He lowered his head, not daring to look his father in the eye.

Mr. Wilson turned around and looked at Anthony with complicated eyes.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then slowly said: "Take a look at these for yourself." As he spoke, he pushed the evidence and letters on the table towards Anthony.

Anthony took the materials, flipped through them page by page, and his face gradually turned pale.

He didn't expect that what he did would be so serious, and he didn't expect that all of this would be clearly understood by the O'Reilly family.

He looked up at his father, his eyes full of regret and guilt.

"I...I..." Anthony tried to explain, but he swallowed the words back when they reached his lips.

He knew that any explanation would be pale and powerless, and he could only bear the consequences of it all in silence.

Mr. Wilson looked at his son, and although he was furious, he was more sad and disappointed. He sighed, walked over to Anthony, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Anthony, you haven’t been so reckless before, what happened this time?

Do you know that originally because of the O'Reilly family's cancellation of the engagement, our Wilson family had the upper hand, but because of you, the Wilson family has now become very passive. "

"Father...I...I didn't know it would be so serious." Anthony now knows that he was too reckless this time.

"Okay, let's forget about it this time. I hope you can learn from this lesson and learn to fight for what you want in the right way."

Anthony nodded silently, tears in his eyes. He knew that he had to take responsibility for his actions and work hard to repair his relationship with the O'Reilly family.

But he was still very dissatisfied in his heart. Why did the Wilson family always have to be inferior to the O'Reilly family? One day, he would trample the O'Reilly family under his feet.