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.”

his face smeared with blood, and callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body at Barry’s feet

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

I’m doing. And if I’ve gone mad, it’s because of you,

No big deal, Back in the day, you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been acting the lapdog for so long you’ve forgotten you were

“Gary Fairhaven!”

tossed 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 your precious grandson clean up the Fairhaven mess if he wants. Just transfer all your assets to me, and I’ll leave you

grovel for his

his own son, of all people? There was

for years, and now your true colors show. But I’m still one step ahead. Before you came for me, I transferred all

hatred. “Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when you’re dying?” “Lie to you? Is that necessary? I might as

if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group

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

his wound and collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring as he fell into

creature that had lost all humanity in

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Chapter 770

you just say that even without my brother, I’d never take

Barry down, his boot pressing into the bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony. “Let

eyes bulging

I let him drown. He died thinking his own brother wouldn’t harm him. Don’t you know that at 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

with tears of blood. He roared in defiance, but Gary

another,

his eyes wide open in

Jackson was stunned. The father

blame me. Blame yourself for being too heartless to

was too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat business. Only I am the rightful heir. Pity you couldn’t see that.”

still parked outside, an ominous symbol of

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