Dongfang Dian thought of this, glanced at his son, his face as pale as paper, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back. At the same time, a realization dawned on him, knowing that Lin Ruoxue had asked him to agree to Fang Bai's three conditions for his and his son's sake.
He could imagine that if he refused Fang Bai's conditions, thus enraging Fang Bai, his son could very likely end up missing an arm or a leg, suffering for a lifetime.
Although Lin Ruoxue had essentially saved his son, Dongfang Dian felt not even a shred of gratitude toward her. Instead, a stronger sense of resentment brewed in his heart. He thought to himself that Lin Ruoxue and her daughter Dongfang Rushi were already dominant enough in the family. If they were to add Fang Bai as an ally, who else in the Dongfang Family could possibly hold them in check in the future? Would he and his son ever have a chance to turn things around?
"Ten million... how should it be paid?"
