Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 630

Old Fox Williams had always been a sly one, but honestly, he was out of his league trying to play mind games with his own family.

Did that old man really think he could intimidate his grandson over a little relationship drama?

Let’s get one thing straight: whatever messy love life his grandson had was nothing compared to the disgraceful nonsense his son had pulled back in the day.

Jonathan Allen, now that guy was a real piece of work—morally bankrupt, no sense of decency, a total disgrace. He’d broken the law, trampled on every principle, and pretty much lost his right to be called human.

Mr. Williams Sr. let out a dismissive snort, glanced at his grandson, and asked, “So, what’s your plan to handle this?”

Dennis Williams barely looked up, swirled his coffee in his mug, and took a sip, clearly not interested in the drama. All he did was call over his shoulder, “Aaron.”

Aaron immediately got the hint. He stepped forward and finished the conversation for his boss, “Mr. Allen, your apology doesn’t seem very sincere. Mr. Williams isn’t accepting it. Please take your gifts and leave—maybe then the Allen family will still have a chance to save face.

Otherwise… Well, I can’t guarantee what’ll happen to your family next. Please see yourselves out.”

At that, Ronald Allen’s face went sheet-white.

His wife, standing behind him, looked just as pale.

Clearly, their request had been shut down—hard.

Ronald Allen could hardly believe it. He’d come all this way to patch things up, only to get completely snubbed. He was used to people fawning over him, not being shown the door.

But these two—Mr. Williams and his grandson—had power and influence that the Allens simply couldn’t match.

So, for once, Ronald Allen had no choice but to swallow his pride.

“Well then,” he managed, trying to save face. “We won’t bother you any longer.”

With that, he and his wife grabbed their gift baskets—filled with imported wines and fancy chocolates—and slunk out of the Williams’ stately home.

Once they were gone, peace and quiet returned to the living room.

Mr. Williams Sr. dropped the polite act, his annoyance clear. “The Allens—typical new money. No class whatsoever. I give it a year before they implode!”

Dennis couldn’t agree more.

Just look at how they’d spoiled Jonathan Allen, letting him run wild and break the law. No wonder the Allens had a reputation for arrogance.

Honestly, most folks in town had had enough of them.

Mr. Williams Sr. went on, “Actually, they’re already finished. After this scandal, everyone’s talking. The families who’ve always hated the Allens will be out for blood.”

Dennis nodded, grabbing his briefcase as he stood. “You’re right, Grandpa. Since that’s sorted, I need to head to the Smith Group’s office. I’ve got a few urgent meetings this morning—can’t be late.”

Mr. Williams Sr. waved him off. “Go on, get out of here.”

Dennis straightened his suit cuffs, gave his grandfather a nod, and left with Aaron.

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