Chapter 770

On a night where the wind howled like souls in torment and a solitary moon cast a chilling glow, Barry arrived punctually at the old mansion’s second–floor study, where Gary was already waiting, his forlorn shadow. stretched across the floor like a specter summoned from the abyss.

“Dad, after all we’ve been through, I never imagined you’d be this ruthless with me.”

Gary lounged on the leather couch, his laugh cold as the grave. “I’ve always paid you respect, worked tirelessly for the family business, And now, just because I’m handicapped, you cast me aside like yesterday’s news. Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

Barry sensed danger and spun to yank open the door–only to find that it wouldn’t budge.

“Save your energy. You’re not stepping one foot out of this house unless I say so.” Gary, about to light a cigarette, remembered his incapacity and resentfully shoved it back into the pack.

“Greg, Greg!” Barry’s voice trembled with fear as sweat drenched his back.

The door creaked open.

“Mr. Fairhaven, Greg is here.”

lifeless body at Barry’s feet as if it were

trembled. He roared at Gary, “You dared to kill? Have you lost your mind? What

gone

to build up the Fairhaven

“Gary Fairhaven!”

a document on the coffee table. ‘Sign this, and I’ll spare your life out of fifty years of father–son affection. I lost interest in your shares. Let

from Barry’s face, his teeth grinding in fury. He’d never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How could he

threatened by his own son, of all people? There was no way he’d

I transferred all my assets and shares to Jareth. He’s now the patriarch of the Fairhaven family, the one calling the shots at Fairhaven Group!

You still dare to lie to me when you’re dying?”

“Even if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have

table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife deep Into Barry’s gut.

the floor, Barry clutched his wound and collapsed

creature that had lost

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Chapter 770

say that even without my brother, I’d

of agony. “Let me share a secret with you. My brother’s plane crash? I

in disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain and betrayal.

that time, when he watched me swim to the surface of the sea, his eyes were actually quite pleased, and he didn’t have any hatred at all. Such a perfect and kind person should go

He roared in

stab, then another, and

silent plea, his eyes wide

even Jackson was stunned. The father

don’t blame me. Blame yourself for being too heartless

gently closed his father’s eyes. “Kris was too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat

parked outside, an ominous symbol of the dark deeds that had transpired

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