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.”

callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body at Barry’s feet as if it were trash, “Sadly, he can’t serve you anymore.”

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

And if I’ve gone mad, it’s because

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 once a wolf with a taste

“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

been one to cower, to grovel for his

of all people? There was no way he’d

at Gary. “You’ve played the 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

lie to me when you’re dying?”

if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you be

table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife deep

wound and collapsed to his knees,

a creature that had lost all humanity in its quest

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Chapter 770

without my

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

stared in disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain and

when he watched me swim to the surface of the sea, his eyes

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

then another, and another.

last breath was a silent plea, his eyes wide open in a silent

The father and

don’t blame me. Blame yourself for being

too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat

still parked outside, an ominous symbol of the dark deeds that

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