Nathaniel Summers sneered at the words, "She is also my sister, how can I not look for her?"
"Can it be the same?" Alexander Summers said carelessly, "After all, you're not from the same mother. A man and a woman always around each other, it's inappropriate for others to see..."
The smile on Nathaniel's face grew colder, "I think you're the only one who finds it inappropriate, Alexander. Where else have you installed surveillance? Whom have you secretly filmed? Was it you who orchestrated my mother's death?"
"You can't talk nonsense. Mrs. Summers had a car accident because she was dodging the paparazzi. What does that have to do with me?" Alexander chuckled lowly, "Speaking of which, third brother should thank me. It took a lot of effort to buy those photos from the paparazzi."
Nathaniel remembered the photo Alexander had used to threaten him, his face turning an iron blue, his breathing heavy and rough.
