NovelEnglishIt's just an oath, Nathan doesn't care at all.
He held up four fingers and began to swear, "Il am telling the truth, if | lie, letgo to jail immediately."
"Since you yourself are willing to go to jail, Nathan, please do." Sebastian made a gesture of invitation.
"I'd like to, but I'd have to have the opportunity to." Nathan sneered.
Sebastian nodded, "Opportunity, isn't that what's coming?"
With that, he nudged his mouth and gestured for Nathan to look behind him.
Just a simple gesture, but Nathan felt a chill down his back and didn't even dare to turn his head.
It was Nancy who turned her head first.
She looked at the scene in front of her incredulously, her voice trembling and fearful, "Dad ...... brother ...... you guys how, how,
this is impossible!"
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As the crowd watched, Theo helped a bruised and bloodied Old Mr. Jones step by step toward the stage.
It was just a short distance of 50 meters, but Old Mr. Jones stopped several times and spent three minutes before he could barely
reach the stage.
Without any description, it was enough to let people know how badly he was hurt.
"Nancy," Theo's body is also covered in blood, but it's all rubbed off on Old Mr. Jones, "I'm disappointed in you."
Nancy can do anything, but how can she kill her own father.
It's a fiasco!
Old Mr. Jones shook his head with difficulty, not even looking at Nancy, raised his hand trembling and pointed to the microphone.
He was going to talk and set Nathan's death sentence on the spot!
The emcee was on top of things, rushing to hand over a spare microphone and also turning up the sound to the maximum.
Old Mr. Jones opened his mouth and tried to speak.
His toothless mouth opened, filled with festering flesh and blood, again drawing a frenzy of shots from reporters.
Sbold reporters even began to ask questions, "Old Mr. Jones, may | ask why you made such a mess, is it because you were
victimized?"
"Just now Miss Jones looked at you with fear in her eyes, does that mean that the person who did you harm was her?"
"Old Mr. Jones, please answer!"
In the face of questions from the crowd, Old Mr. Jones, though frail, did not change his face.
Insisting on passing the microphone to his mouth, he was ready to speak.
Nancy finally couldn't resist.
She stepped forward and grabbed the microphone and smashed it hard on the ground.
With a loud bang, the microphone emitted an ear-splitting electric current sound, making everyone on the field unable to resist
covering their ears with a pained look on their faces.
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"That's enough!" Nancy looked angrily at Old Mr. Jones, "Do you have to forceto death to be satisfied!"
She has nothing, and now it's so hard to want to live for herself for once.
Why Old Mr. Jones just won't give himself a chance!
"Nancy, you, are so wrong." Old Mr. Jones' voice was full of disappointment.
He really does not know how his good daughter has beclike this.
But Nancy didn't even realize what she was doing wrong.
She sneered, "I'm so wrong? What's wrong with me? You're so patriarchal, you've refused to givethe best since | was a child,
and you makegive way to my brother in everything."
Theo's toys when she was a child, after she grew up and entered the company, even the position of the heir, all of them are Theo's,
even if she will Theo to step down, Old Mr. Jones mind, but Sebastian.
Even if Sebastian never showed up at that time, even if there is not alive, can not recognize each other are not yet known!
All of this was caused by Old Mr. Jones.
He's the one who's wrong, he's the one who's so wrong!
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