Vicky’s eyes were fixed on Tyler’s tall, imposing figure. He stood amid the raging storm, unmoving.

On the ship, Lincoln watched as his subordinates fell around him. This did not faze him, and he even smiled slightly. “You

know your way with guns, no doubt,” he remarked, looking at the gun pointed at him. “But you’re out of bullets now, aren’t

you?”

Tyler’s gaze darkened, but he did not say a word.

“I kidnapped the woman you care about the most. Given your personality, you would’ve shot me the moment you saw me

if you had any bullets left. You didn’t,” Lincoln continued.

Tyler had always been a decisive person who did not hesitate, so his failure to shoot Lincoln indicated he ran out of

bullets.

Lincoln smugly waved the gun in his hand. “You’re out of bullets, but I’m not.” He released the safety and alternated the

the gun between Tyler and the speedboat. He chuckled softly and said, “Tell me:

the Hart family, and the shares I held are

me because you were waiting for this moment, weren’t

in vain. I have nothing

me, and I truly

an eerie

myself. You’ve never gained anything to begin with. The Harts only care about their interests, not

have nothing to lose, unlike

of bullets. In an attempt to stall, he said, “You had plenty. You

you referring to the love from our family? Do you really think they care for me?

Old Mister Hart, how exactly did you think

me because my obedience satisfied their love for control.

as they say.

allowed my biological parents

the feeling of exclusive possession and nothing more. If they truly

disregarded his feelings and killed his biological

had any feelings for the

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