Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I was heading down to grab some dinner when I saw Max already waiting at the dining table.

The elongated table, seemingly able to accommodate twenty, was now occupied by just Max, who was engrossed in something on his tablet.

As I approached, he sensed my footsteps and looked up with a smile, putting his tablet aside. "Time to eat," he said warmly.

Helen teased from the side, "We've got several of your favorites tonight, especially the barbecue ribs, Mr. Hilton made them himself."

Max didn't say anything, but stood up and pulled out a chair for me.

It felt special, being treated with such regard by someone of his stature, someone who would go out of his way to cook my favorite dish.

"How's the taste?" Max asked, serving me some of the leanest cuts of meat. I quickly ate several pieces and happily nodded in approval. The smile at his lips was unstoppable.

"Imagine if the elders of the Hilton family knew you were cooking, would they be shocked?"

"Probably, but it doesn't matter." Whenever the topic of the Hilton family's elders came up, his gaze would turn indifferent.

After all, if those elders could conspire against him, they hardly deserved the title.

We had barely started eating when a group of furious Hilton family elders barged in, ignoring the butlers' attempts to stop them. "Maximilian, how dare you take over our shares? What do you mean by this?" Max continued serving me, unfazed, then coldly commanded, "Kneel."

The bodyguards nearby acted instantly, forcing the leading elder to kneel before Max with a swift kick behind his knees.

"I'm your uncle, and you dare make me kneel."

"As the head of the family, you should not address me by my name. You should be expelled from the Hilton family for this. Consider yourself lucky to be only kneeling because you're my uncle." Leaning back in his chair, Max surveyed the crowd of relatives with a chilly gaze.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Anyone else wishes to challenge me?"

The Hilton family members all bowed their heads, not daring to speak.

Max's uncle, Kearney Hilton, however, shouted, "You cowards! Are you okay with letting Maximilian take over everything? What about your shares?" Slap-

Helen's hand connected with

Kearney's face, her expression cold and merciless. "Kearney, you've violated the rules of the Hilton family estate. As the steward of this estate, you've shown disrespect."

Kearney, holding his face, was

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defiant but dared not confront Max directly. Instead, he pointed at me, "It's all because of this jinx. If it weren't for her, our master wouldn't treats this way. It must be her bad influence. Our family has never allowed such lowly commoners to

marry into the Hilton family. Lack of

vision, lack of class!"

A scream erupted from Kearney as Max stood and kicked him, "So, trying to assassinate me was your idea? Uncle, choose now, your life or your shares."

I had felt a bit sorry for Kearney until then.

But knowing he was behind the assassination attempt on Max, yet still here causing a scene, showed Max's mercy and familial consideration.

"You dare threaten my life?" Kearney, sitting on the ground in disbelief, looked up at Max towering over him.

"If you dare to take my life, why wouldn't 42" Max's words made everyone hastily grab their relatives, murmuring, "Let's go, looks like we won't be getting our shares back. Better to save our skins."

"Uncle, we shouldn't stick our noses into this mess," many murmured as they left.

Only Kearney remained, shouting, "Cowards."

"Uncle." Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the crowd, and I looked up to see Claude Hart.