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Upon learning that the twenty-three percent of shares had been gambled away by his father at the table, Ethan Locke's face turned iron blue with rage as he clenched his teeth and said:
"Alan Locke, because of you alone, grandfather died of anger, our family's assets were snatched away by others, you've destroyed the entire Locke family!"
"I..."
When his son called him by his full name, Alan Locke didn't have a single bit of temper left, like a defeated rooster hanging his head, devoid of any spirit.
Alan Locke sneered with some schadenfreude:
"This kind of scum, just slaughter him directly, saving our Locke family from further disaster."
"You're not any fucking better!" Ethan Locke shouted angrily.
Alan Locke's face changed, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but in the end, he said nothing more.
The air inside the room suddenly fell silent, only Ethan Locke's heavy breathing echoing like a bellows.
