<h4>Chapter 1474: 1474. Make peace with him?</h4>


    And the government policy hasn’t been finalized yet.


    Previously, he sold off Hall n shares to purchase the pieces ofnd Jones nned to invest in, or put money into some government projects that haven’t even begun.


    He had believed these projects would yield guaranteed returns and poured most of his money into them, leaving his cash flow strained now.


    When the Hall n’s stock price drops, he won’t be able to buy back half of the Hall n for himself.


    He’s feeling anxious now—those government projects aren’t starting, and his funds are trapped within them.


    If Harry Hall buys over 50% of the Hall n’s shares before he can, the Hall n will fall into Harry’s hands.


    At this thought, William Hall grew restless.


    Ever since openly shing with his eldest son, he’s found every step he takes to be unusually difficult, with oues deviating from his expectations.


    Leanne Richards didn’t want to argue with William Hall anymore; after so many years, even arguing had grown exhausting.


    However, William’s words just now solidified her determination to push her son together with rke Ainley. She was resolute that Helen Melendy, that curse, could not stand in her son’s way.


    Leanne nced at William, let out a cold snort, and headed upstairs.


    William watched Leanne as she walked away.


    If it weren’t for this useless woman who couldn’t even hold her son’s loyalty, he might’ve been able to extract some of Harry Hall’s leverage from her.


    That Helen Melendy—what a resilient life she has. Even in her current condition, she’s still clinging to life.


    His recent shes with Harry Hall had left William agitated and increasingly impatient. He was desperate to resolve this matter, to drive Harry out of the Hall n.


    At this moment, Harry Hall entered from outside, spotting William at home without any surprise.


    The old fox has been making bold movestely, but none of them havee to fruition—clearly, he’s growing anxious.


    Harry didn’t greet William, but surprisingly, it was William who initiated a greeting with an unusually warm demeanor.


    "Harry, back already."


    His expression even carried a trace of an ingratiating smile.


    Harry gave him a nce, his eyes flickering with contemtion.


    He knew William wouldn’t put on a kind face for him without reason. Most likely, things had gone wrong with his investments, and now he was panicking—trying to curry favor?


    Harry sneered inwardly but kept his outward expression calm, merely nodding lightly in response, "Mm."


    As he said this, he began heading upstairs but was stopped by William calling out to him, "Harry."


    "What is it?"


    Harry turned back to look at him, his gaze cold, showing no intention of engaging in further conversation.


    Facing Harry’s indifference, William put on an awkward smile, attempting an air of fatherly concern as he asked:


    "How’s your fiancée doing with her recovery?"


    Harry looked at him and sneered, "How well do you *wish* my fiancée were recovering?"


    He fired back, causing the smile on William’s face to remain frozen for a brief moment.


    This time, Harry didn’t rush upstairs. Instead, he stood with his hands in his pockets, imposing an air of dominance that came crashing down on William.


    For a fleeting moment, William’s expression faltered.


    Having been the Head of the Hall Family for decades, perched at the top, he had always carried an aura of superiority. It had been a long time since he felt the unsettling pressure of being overshadowed by another’s presence.


    He stared at Harry for a while before forcing himself to smile and reply:


    "Your fiancée is my future daughter-inw. Naturally, I hope for her to recover well."