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.”

dropped Greg’s lifeless body

his vision tunneled and his body trembled. He roared at Gary, “You dared to kill? Have you lost your mind?

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

the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been acting the lapdog for so long you’ve forgotten you were once a

“Gary Fairhaven!”

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

to grovel for his life.

son, of all people? There was

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

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

scarlet eyes. “Even if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have always preferred Jareth,

table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife

his wound and collapsed to his

creature that had lost all humanity in its quest for

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say that even without my

pressing into the bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony. “Let me share a secret

eyes bulging

swim to the surface of the sea, his eyes were

roared in defiance,

another, and another.

eyes wide open in a silent scream of

stunned. The father and son duo was like sworn enemies!

for being

good for this world, too kind

parked outside, an

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