——From now on, all earnings from the Allen Corporation will be returned to society.
When Shawn Allen heard this news, he fainted. When he woke up again, it was deep into the night, and he was no longer in the hospital but in a sealed room.
Twelve years ago, Asher Harrington was locked up here.
Shawn Allen's blood pressure surged, and he nearly passed out again. He staggered to the door, holding the back of his neck.
"Open the door!"
"Open the damn door!"
In just a few days, the once high and mighty patriarch had aged years, his back hunched.
A knock sounded on the security window beside the door: "Stop yelling."
Outside the window stood a figure with a long shadow, holding a baseball bat in his hand: "The soundproofing on the third floor, I've tested it before; it's fantastic."
It was him, Asher Harrington.
Shawn Allen had never examined him carefully before: "Asher?"
