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“Your father must be really proud.” Gabriel nodded, but his expression remained passive. “I guess.” During my probation with Mr. Stark, I’d always wondered which family he came from, so I did a little research—something everyone could find on the internet. Gabriel Stark got his MBA at Harvard, and his father was none other than Elazar Stark—the Chairman of Stark Group, a multinational conglomerate based in New York. It encompasses numerous associated businesses, most of which were joint under the Stark brand. He was one of the richest men in America. However, his second son, Coulson Stark, joined his brother in the thriving apparel brand, which was, of course, founded by Gabriel. They have a

Being a member of Stark, Myra was well aware of the Harts’ existence since they were one of the most prominent families in Bradfort City. Tony had three siblings in total—a sister and two brothers, all of whom were older than him. His sister was married and both his brothers were in politics and the military respectively, making him the only child out of the four to display a keen interest in business. He was the grandson whom the old Sebastian Hart doted on the most. However, Myra heard that Tony had been a rebel in his younger days and he had refused to inherit the family fortune. She wondered what could have made him return suddenly to take over the Hart Group.

Pulling me closer, he breathed me in as if he needed it like he needed his next breath. "Tell him to go away, Sofia. Tell him to leave. I don't want to see his face." He hated him. He hated his father. But why? Was Sinister the reason behind his hatred for criminals? I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Sinister Petrosyan was his father. "He will leave. But please, calm down. You're scaring me," I mumbled, running my hand through his midnight strands to soothe him. "I knew you would be good for my son," Sinister, who was silently watching us till now, spoke.

Then suddenly started feeling dizzy. " Father, father are you okay?" Nathan asked when he saw how his dad was doing. Eventually he placed him back on the bed. " alright, since I abused it For over 60 years, my body breaking down is rather normal. I made as much money as I wanted, but always, I bowed to the power. There's only one thing I want from you. The power, that you stand above it, that's why we need Stark boy." His father said slowly. " I'm not that great of a punk you know that well. What I want to protect is that woman." Nathan said.