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A refined, middle-aged man opened the door and walked in. Seeing Kennedy sitting in a royal-like
chair, he asked brightly, “Dad, it’s late. Why aren’t you asleep?”
Kennedy put his cell phone down and glanced at his eldest son.
Thinking about how he was almost seventy years old but still couldn’t rest because of his eldest son
before him, that didn’t like business but was fascinated instead with calligraphy, Old Mr. Fest’s heart
was depressed and didn’t look too kindly on him.
“It’s not up to you to tell me when to rest!” Kennedy’s face darkened as he glared at his son.
“Alright. Take care of your health, Dad, and rest early.” There was a bitter smile on his face as the
middle-aged man turned to leave the study room.
Not too long after he left, Mason Fest walked in, emitting alcohol fumes. He was the second son of the
Fest family, the father of Simon, and had quite the reputation in the upper circles of the entire
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If Kennedy was dissatisfied with his oldest son, the second son before his eyes made him furious
beyond belief.
When Mason was younger, he was nicknamed the ‘Five-Poison Heir’.
He exercised restraint a lot more in the past ten years after he reached a certain age. But he still woke
up late and came home late. All day, he would either be drinking or looking for women. He wouldn’t
appear in front of Kennedy unless he needed money.
“Why are you here? Get lost!” Seeing his second son, Kennedy’s face darkened.
“Hehe, Dad, you’re still awake?” Mason walked in front of his dad shamelessly.
He rubbed his fingers together, and his hands tightened. He was a little drunk as he grinned and said,
“Dad, give me some money!”
Kennedy was ashamed. It was as if he entered a meditative state as a monk before he replied
indifferently, “Get lost.”
“Uh… you’re not giving me money?” Mason burped drunkenly and contracted his neck as an
unpleasant odor came around. “If you’re not going to give me money, then I’m going to ask my son!
Otherwise, I’ll ask my daughter-in-law.”
Upon seeing the shameless acts of his unfilial son, Kennedy’s resolve was broken in an instant.
In his blazing fury, he grabbed a teacup on a small table nearby and smashed it. “Get lost now!”
Mason jumped backward and staggered to avoid the teacup. Seeing his father fierce enough to devour
him, he immediately turned around and covered his head to sneak away like a rat.
He mumbled to himself disgruntledly as he ran away. “I just asked for a little money. It’s fine if he didn’t
want to give it to me. Why did he get so angry?”
“Unfilial son!” Seeing the study room that was wide open, Kennedy’s face was livid, and his chest rose
hurriedly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had slightly clouded feelings after receiving the news, but it immediately changed after consecutive
visits from his two disappointing sons.
After all, as compared to his family’s inheritance, business and evil intentions from enemies didn’t seem
so important anymore.
In the Paramount Police Bureau building, in the office of the Ministry of Defense’s own Special Forces
Unit, commonly referred to as the Out Of The Ordinary Squad, the dull sound of a solid object being
thrown on the floor suddenly broke the peace of the office.
“Is everyone dead!? Completely useless! Losers!”
Under the silvery-white mask was Nataniel, who had an average face. His hands were balled into fists,
and dark air surrounded him.
After he gasped for air, his face was clouded as he took out his cell phone and made a call.
At the same time, in a small hotel in the East Precinct, Ludwig looked at Krish in a frightened manner
and said in a sharp voice, “Let’s go. Let’s go back to Mount Everest now. We can’t stay here anymore!”
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